lyssa

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”