Club
What are we now ?« But first, let’s get drunk. »
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. Drink.
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. Drink.
Anyways, a few drinks later, Jungkook is revealed to not care so much about what people can think of him, and what pictures can be taken from the night.
First because he’s too drunk to care, and second, because Minho has paid the club to forbid any phone or camera or anything capable of taking any memories and selected every single person who entered the club.
So yeah, basically there’s no chance something bad can come out of this night out.
Except maybe Taehyung getting drunk and kissing another boy.
Yep. No. That can’t happen.
Jungkook stands up, too quickly for his brain but pushes back the light blurriness of his vision to come down the VIP section and out in the real world.
(Real world being the dance floor of a night club with blasting electronic music and people jumping along the beat in skinny uniforms and high shiny shoes. And sweat. A LOT of sweat.)
The boy enters the mass of moving bodies. And the music hits him. Jungkook can’t control himself anymore. He starts dancing.
He first starts moving his head alongside the music, but soon the tempo and the other people turn him on and he finds himself jumping along, raising his arms, only looking at the ceiling, a genuine smile on his face.
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