[CONTENTID1]Chapter 24[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Crush on you [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] He is NOT hot [/CONTENTID3]

[CONTENTID4] 

It was the first evening that he could go out and party again. Taehyung´s face was as marvelous as before. His mom had called the school and told them that he had to visit Europe for a manicure appointment, and the boys had to join him to carry his luggage.

Since then, he hadn´t attended school, and he was aching for compliments and stares filled with adornment and people who worshiped his existence. Slot 4 and Slot 6 would join them later. He had thought about giving Slot 4 to the alien in the beginning. But then he thought about that Slot 7 , who had fed him. He did not want to lose another slot because of any diseases. Damn ... feeding the pet...

And in a flinch of an uncontrollable word accident, he had invited the alien to the club tonight. Taehyung had to admit that he was kind of excited. The reason was that the Diva and the poodle were working on him again. He would look... well, not that bad.

He smirked and placed his hands on his cheeks. „He will look pretty...“ he whispered.

„Who will look pretty?“ His dad came into the room, and Taehyung froze.

„ME! JUST ME! AS ALWAYS!“ he yelled at him.

„Calm down. It was just a question.“

„Don´t ask me stuff like that!“ Taehyung continued pestering.

His dad just twitched his shoulders and left again.

„This is ridiculous.“ Jungkook was staring at the mirror. He slowly turned around just to get blinded by the poodle´s smile.

„You look so good!“ He jumped around and grabbed Jin. The diva was close to crying. „God... this is such a masterpiece.“

Jungkook continued staring in the mirror. He was styled.

He had gotten used to the eyeliner and the several hours that the poodle spent on his hair every morning. But the clothes this time were... gay like GAY.

Tight pants that were glued on his legs, freaking violet. A tight shirt in grey. He looked like a Christmas tree. All the necklaces and rings and bracelets were shining brightly.

„Not in a million years...“ he mumbled and turned around. Just to meet the poodle´s glance. Jungkook could already see the guns that he would pull out any second if Jungkook would dare just to remove one damn earring.

"Okay... maybe just for tonight," he whispered.

Taehyung got impatient.

„YA! ALIEN GET YOUR A....“ the last part of the sentences just vanished when his mind got blank. Sudden brain death. The alien was walking downstairs.

And he looked hot like last time. When Jungkook passed him, he smelled his perfume. He closed his eyes. He smelled excellent.

Taehyung clenched his teeth. He is the alien. Nothing else. Different planet. Diseases.

He was NOT hot.

Jungkook came down the stairs and stopped for a second. He knew that Taehyung was handsome. But in these clothes, he was shining. He was a damn prince in his school uniform, but he was a GOD for clubbing in these clothes.

Jungkook lowered his head and tried to ignore him. He caught his smell when he walked toward him and sat down on the couch. He squeezed his eyes. He is the . The idiot. The freak. The person without a brain. The vogue idiot. The eyeliner addict.

He was NOT hot.

Taehyung was staring into the fridge.

All he could see was a giant melon. A tiny apple was hidden behind it.

„WHERE ARE ALL MY APPLES?“ he yelled through the house.

„Forgot to buy them.“ his mom entered the kitchen.

„It´s full of melons!“

„Jungkook likes melon.“ his mom said with a straight face.

„I like apples!“

„I know.“ She nodded.

„Why didn´t you buy them?“ Taehyung snapped at her.

„When you were young, you liked melons.“

„I am an adult now. I want apples.“ Taehyung complained to her.

„I’ll buy them