Hey!! Sry for the very late update. But I got better and I'm on a one-week vacation. Though I still have to learn a lot -_- But, I had to write in order to concentrate on school more :D

I apologize for the grammar and spelling mistakes, but I'll try to find time and correct the whole story, so feel free to point out the mistakes^^

This chapter is gonna be extra long to make up for last week^^ Enjoy!!

He almost rolled his eyes at himself; okay, so maybe it wasn’t as dramatic as it sounded, but he really wanted to achieve something tonight. He wasn’t sure what it was, but deep down there was something nudging him. It had also been the same thing that had convinced him to come to the party in the first place.                                                                                         While he could have been studying more about the company’s past and current issues, he’d let Jimin convince him to wear a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and red stripe knit grunge sweater that showed more skin than it covered, and come to the party when he was supposed to be gaining energy for tomorrow’s camping trip. 

His short Hyung, who kept reminding him every moment he got that he was older than him despite his height, had bought the sweater while in Japan and had insisted for Jungkook to wear it tonight to the party because it made him look like a god. Jimin had gone further on to allege that Jin, Ha Na and practically everyone at the party would be lusting over the younger boy; he knew how to the younger's ego.

And as much as Jungkook would like to deny this being the reason he’d agreed to put on the outfit or attend the party, he couldn’t. He knew he looked great, hell, even better than great and he was not going to let this chance go to waste; everyone had to see how good he looked.

However, the question was ‘who did he mean by everyone? Jimin had asked him on the phone on his way when the older had called him and had asked of his whereabouts. The old Jungkook would have been one of the first guests to arrive and he would have been jumping and overflowing with excitement. Contrary to the current Jungkook; it almost seemed like the younger boy didn’t want to attend the said party in the first place. It had also taken a lot of convincing and blackmailing from Jimin to sway Jungkook and the younger boy swore that he’d get him back.

But now that he was already there, he almost wished he hadn’t given into Jimin’s blackmailing. So what if Jimin had pictures of him dressed as a female nurse and had threatened on posting them on his twitter? It would not be the end of the world, there’re far worse things in life.  

No, it definitely would be the end of Jungkook’s pride, he didn’t even want to think about it or remember it; it had been a dare he wished he could take back, but it was all in the past. Well, it had been in the past until Jimin showed him the pictures he’d taken on that night.                                                                                                              

“Oh come on, Jungkookie! They’re not that bad, you look cute!” the older boy had cooed and even tried to pinch his cheeks LIKE THE ?!

Jungkook had been ready to skin Jimin alive, but he didn’t. He needed to know how many pictures Jimin had, where they were stored and delete them.

The younger boy inhaled deeply and took a sip from the drink in the red plastic cup in his hand. It was his fifth cup since he had arrived almost an hour ago and every time he had just mixed whatever without really paying attention to what he was filling in his cup. Maybe it was also why he was feeling a little tipsy at the moment or maybe because he’d drunk beforehand in the car to calm his nerves.

He’d needed the drink, going to Jin Hyung’s house for the first time in almost two years brought back unwanted memories and made him nauseous.  

It would have been exaggerating to say that Jin-Hyung had hurt his feelings, but he felt like he had. Even now when he thought of the older boy, he’d feel weird and uneasy, something he could not explain nor suppress.                                                                     

He hadn't seen Jin for ages - he did run into him a week ago, but that had been a coincidence and the younger boy had been caught off-guard, but, this time, he was prepared. This time, he wasn't the naive fifteen-year-old with the one-sided infatuation; he wasn't the fifteen-year-old who had dropped everything just for his Hyung. Not the fifteen-year-old who had begged his mother to let him attend the same school as his Hyung.

"The stupid things I did for him," he muttered downing his cup in one big swig, and he’d friend-zoned him. No, he’d told Jungkook that he liked him in a way he couldn't explain and thus would like to experiment, but at the end, he wasn't enough for him. The younger boy wasn't mature enough to understand that his Hyung wanted him but at the same