a/n before you read (P L E A S E R E A D):

hey wattpad! it's ilove_joon. so i just wanted to let you readers know that, before you can get confused, this chapter is going to be changing pov's more than usual, since it's like your average cliche getting-ready-for-prom montage (and maybe some side character behind-the-scenes things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ). i'm just giving a heads-up before things get weird. and yes, you can assume that ALL of this is happening at the exact same time, it's just different groups of people. this will be an extra long and special chapter, and it took a lot of effort, so please please please ENJOY!!! <33

DESTINATION: Jinyoung and Yugyeom's Place—

Yugyeom's POV

"OMG, you're here! Time to get real pretty now!" I say, letting Yoongi in.

"I'm ready," he smiles, handing me what I assume is his covered tuxedo.

"Jinyoung!" I scream, closing the door, "Yoongi's here! Turn off the damn RuPaul, it's prom night, bitch!"

He rushes down the stairs, toothbrush in his mouth. "I wasn't watching that! I was texting Jisoo, she's driving over here in two hours."

"Alright, well we're all going to the bathroom right this instant," I say, looking at my watch. "Prom is in three hours!"

"Sometimes I feel like I'm the child," Jinyoung whispers to Yoongi, making him laugh.

"Because you are," I deadpan.

"Now, before we get to getting ready, I'm going to be that person and give you guys a... think of it as a pep talk from a ridiculously fabulous coach," I grin.

"I'm game," Yoongi agrees.

"Well, you guys both have dates, and I don't, but that's alright. This night is supposed to be magical. We'll be surrounded with people we both hate and love, but no matter what happens, we need to make sure we have a good time. Forget the stupid cliques, just for tonight, even if no one else does. Your happiness and your dates' happiness is your priority, and Yoongi, I'm talking to you, you better show Jimin a good time. But seriously, guys, get ready tonight like your life depends on it. This is the final milestone before graduation! We've, well, I've been waiting for this night my whole goddamn life, so let's just have fun fixing ourselves up fancy. Okay?" I say, holding out my fist.

Thank God, they both bump it, wearing large excited smiles.

"To the bathroom!" Jinyoung shouts, leading Yoongi towards our guest bathroom.

I place his tux on the couch. It looks expensive. He must've spent a lot of money for it. I sigh.

Maybe I would've bothered buying something this pricey had I been going with someone special. Despite the fact that me and BamBam will never have the same friendship again, I still can't help but think about him. I still love him. And maybe it hurts to know he wasn't thinking of asking me. But that's okay... I still have my friends and he has his. I just hope he's happy.

I brush my insecurities aside— it's freaking prom! No need to think of regrets now. I join the two others in the bathroom, both already having their faces covered in face masks. Us LGs care about our skin more than the Straights ever could. It keeps us looking fresh.

"You give us that dramatic-ass speech and don't bother keeping up with us. Wear this and cleanse your crusty pores, you fool!" Jinyoung jeers, tossing me an aloe-essence facial mask. I laugh and put it on.

Yoongi's wearing a silver one, making him look like some alien they found in Area 51. Yet, he still manages to giggle at his peculiar appearance.

We all wash our hair as we wait for the masks to do their jobs and by the time we've blow-dried each other completely, we decide we're ready to take them off. I bet my limited edition Chris Brown CDs that Jisoo's way of getting ready at this moment isn't as intricate as ours.

We all peel them off at the same time, and all of our skin looks clear, blackheads nearly invisible. I clap in excitement— we're having fun while looking amazing.

"Yo, you guys have this, but you never use this!" Yoongi says suddenly. He's holding a small round container of hair gel. I haven't gelled my hair in years. Why did I buy this?

"Okay, well here's what we're gonna do about it. We are all trying something new. Every one of us will gel our hair for tonight," Jinyoung says firmly.

"OHH, that's a great idea!" I clap even more excitedly.

After about 45 minutes of attempting to create the perfect gelled hairdo, we look at each other in awe. We look hot!

"Woah. We're looking good even in our casual clothes. Imagine how it'll be in our suits," Jinyoung breathes, swiping at his cowlick.

"It was worth all 45 grueling minutes," Yoongi says, gazing shamelessly at his reflection.

"I'm seriously considering making you guys my dates," I joke. "Let's wear our prom clothes, our time is almost up!" I say, swatting them away from the mirror.

It takes another half hour to get our clothes on carefully without messing up our hair. We all look prom-ready and it brings tears to my eyes. I give them both a hug, telling them once again how excited I am and thanking them for making getting ready for prom more fun than lonely.

Once Jisoo is with us, we are all picking Jimin up from his place. I suggested he get ready with us, but he insisted Yoongi don't see him until after he was done, like some sort of bride.

We have about 15 minutes before Jisoo arrives, which I use to my advantage to apply subtle eyeshadow and lip tint to myself and to Yoongi. I offer some to Jinyoung, who usually takes it, but he said no this time surprisingly, saying he won't look manly enough for Jisoo. I can't help but wonder why he cares so much whether he looks manly or not.

I don't have enough time to ask him before the doorbell rings and he rushes quickly to open it. Jisoo is already pretty without the deal of prom, but seeing her was like looking like an actual goddess. And that's coming from me, a gay man. Jinyoung seems to be thinking the same thing, his eyes widening as large as saucers.

"H-Hey," he stutters out, "You look amazing."

"Thanks, so do you," she blushes, smiling sweetly.

"Hi, Jisoo," Yoongi smiles, giving her a hug. He knows she's attractive but he seems unfazed. We all know he's only whipped for one person.

I hug her as well. "Where did you get that dress, it's incredible!" I gasp.

"Ask Jinyoung, he bought it for me," she smiles.

It must've cost him a fortune. They must be really good friends.

"Seriously, dude? That must've cost a grand, at least," Yoongi says, shocked.

"It doesn't matter the cost, it matched my suit, and it makes her happy. Let it be," he says quietly, grabbing Jisoo's arm and sliding a corsage on her wrist. It had white and blue flowers, matching his pin and tie.

"Anyways, shall we get going? We got to pick up Jimin. We can take all the pictures at the venue," I say.

Everyone nods in agreement as we pile into Jinyoung's Porsche. Sometimes I forget he comes from an extremely well-off family.

In almost no time, we're parked in front of Jimin's place. We wait patiently for him to come out, and when he does, it's like it's in slow motion. Yoongi's mouth drops at the sight, I myself am shook, Jinyoung's eyes widen, and even Jisoo blushes a little at his sight.

He looks dazed for some reason, which makes him even hotter. Yoongi is a lucky guy.

Speak of the devil, he doesn't miss a beat and loses all self-control, jumping out of his seat and taking off, towards Jimin. He doesn't even bother closing the car door behind him as he runs to his beloved. I watch dreamily as Jimin sees him, his eyes crinkling in excitement as they share a cute hug. He pulls out the corsage that matches his pin, and gently puts it around Jimin's wrist. They exchange a few words before sharing a tender kiss.

There's only one question in my mind: When will I ever?

But I'm happy that Jimin is finally in a healthy, real relationship. It seems like they have no intention of breaking their kiss, and I swear I can see Yoongi starting to unbutton his jacket, but before they can go any further, Jinyoung honks his horn playfully, startling them, but also snapping them back to reality.

Yoongi holds Jimin's hand as they run back into the car. As they pile in, we all say hi to Jimin and tease them. We also don't forget to tell Jimin how good he looks.

"That's quite the welcome, Yoongi," Jisoo laughs.

"I couldn't help it," he gummy smiles, still having a hand intertwined with Jimin's.

"We could tell," I banter, "At that rate you guys were going, we wouldn't have made it to prom."

"Can't deny that. Thanks for saving us, Jinyoung," jokes Jimin.

"No problem. Now let's go have some fun!" he replies, revving up the car.

We all cheer as we drive towards what we hope will turn out to be the best night of our lives.

Now, let's head over to the Straights ;)

DESTINATION: Jackson's Place—

Jackson's POV

Prom night. Damn.

Why am I suddenly so scared of it? All year, I've been planning for the best prom ever: me and the guys come to my place to get ready, we all have hot dates, we all end the night by hooking up and getting drunk. But with all the things that have been happening lately, a handful of guys who were supposed to be here with me decided they'd get ready on their own... including Jimin.

"Aye, Jackson, either you get your ass over here or we're leaving without you," teases JB.

"Maybe it'd be better that way," I mutter.

"What was that?" Namjoon asks, coming towards me with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Nothing, I said I'm coming," I say, trying hard not to look anywhere but his face.

He shrugs and I follow behind into the bathroom where JB and BamBam are smearing shaving cream over their faces.

"Takes some, bro," Bam says, tossing the can of cream at me.

"Yeah, yeah. Namjoon, why the hell did you shower here instead of your own place?" I ask, putting some of the white substance around my chin.

"Hey, Jacks, chill. You wanted me to get ready here, and it was either I shower and get ready at my place or shower and get ready at yours; I am in a hurry. So don't complain," he replies.

"Haha, roasted, dude!" Bam laughs, miraculously shaving his stubble and dabbing at the same time.

"Ooo why is our dear Joonie in a hurry?" JB asks, shaving himself with his razor as well.

"I'm picking someone up for prom," he says quietly, pulling on a pair of boxers and discarding the towel.

"Wait, you told me you haven't asked anyone yet!" I realize.

"I'm asking them tonight. And if they say no, I'm still their ride, haha," he explains, "So wish me luck."

"Who?!" BamBam asks once he's rinsed off the cream.

"That's a secret. If this person says yes, you'll see me with them," he smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him but decide to shrug it off. It's prom night. I don't want any trouble. Besides, any girl would want a slice of him, so I doubt she wouldn't mind him asking on the night of. That is, if she is a she.

The rest of us finish shaving and washing our faces as we struggle to fix our hair. I haven't fixed mine in so long, due to me always wearing a hat. But in the end, we all end up looking amazing, if I do say so myself. None of us have dates at the moment. A shocker, I know. 4 of this school's most eligible Straight bachelors are going dateless tonight.

Maybe I would've had the balls to ask Jimin as a "friend," like Taehyung and Jungkook. But that would've been too suspicious.

Come to think of it, I'm not even sure Jimin has a date. He's kept his life so secretive, and the school's been too busy getting ready for prom to notice or even ask about him. I've been too shy. We still haven't talked since our encounter in the dance hallway.

"Jackson!" JB snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I've asked you like 500 times who you're planning to dance with, if you're not taking a date. Why don't you have a date, actually?"

"Uh, I didn't want to stick to one chick mainly cause I know I'm gonna screw around with so many girls tonight, and it wouldn't be fair to my date," I manage to spit. By the looks of Namjoon's face, we both know that's not truly the reason.

"Sure, man," Jaebum laughs, not catching Namjoon's look.

"The player is back," BamBam cheers.

"Haha, shut up, all of you, get your tuxes on," Namjoon interrupts.

"Ooohhh Prince Joonie doesn't want to be late," I mock, "Joonie must be so whipped for his princess."

"Maybe I am, so what?" he asks, buttoning up his white shirt.

"Don't get in the way of true love like you always do, Jackson," BamBam laughs, sticking his tongue out at me.

Approximately 20 minutes later, we're all ready. A couple of spritzes of Old Spice, and we're all out the door.

"Damn, we look fine as hell!" BamBam laughs. We all nod in agreement.

After doing random poses with each other in the light of the now-setting sun, we walk Joon to his ride on my driveway.

"Pink and white is definitely our color," JB jokes, taking one last selfie.

"Right, then. Bye, guys, I'll see you later. Not gonna lie, it was kinda fun getting ready with you," Namjoon grunts, getting into his car.

"Quit the bullshit, you know you love us," I smile.

"No homo," he winks, driving away.

"Okay, get in my ride, we're going to prom, my boys," I holler to the other two.

Once we're all inside, it's quiet as I drive to the venue, so I decide to tease BamBam to break the tension.

"Heard you tried asking Lisa. How'd you bomb, dude?" I snicker.

"Something about going with Rosé," he responds.

"Oh are they going with Jennie too?" JB asks.

"I don't think so..." BamBam says, "But I heard all three of them are getting ready with Tae and Kook at Jungkook's place."

"Hmm, you and Jennie would be a hot couple, now that I think of it, Jaebummie." I tease.

"Whatever, we're friends, but I guess can try asking her for a dance," he says quietly.

"Now that's the spirit, BumBum!" BamBam cackles.

"Damn, though. Jungkook and Tae are with three hot girls, getting ready for prom," JB sighs.

"I highly doubt that the girls are the ones they'll be focusing on, though," I say.

They nod in agreement and we all share a laugh.

Let's see if Jackson's right, shall we?

DESTINATION: Jungkook's Place—

Jungkook's POV

I only wanted Tae over today. But in order for it not to look suspicious, I had to invite at least one girl. Which soon became three. Thanks, Jennie.

No matter, I'm happy. I'm excited. I'm going to be spending prom night with my best friend in the world. My everything. My crush.

I'm in love with Kim Taehyung. He makes it so hard for me not to express it at school. He's just so.. so... irresistible. The way he laughs, his goofy personality, not to mention, his sexy demeanor, all of it is pure perfection to me.

I think I've been pretty obvious that I like him. I hope he's gotten the hints. I sometimes think maybe he likes me back, but I can never tell. All the Straights tell me they can see right through us. They don't seem to care too much, thankfully.

I can't be sure Taehyung feels the same way about me. Even when we're alone, we've never really talked about our feelings.

Maybe it's because we both know we shouldn't be feeling this way. Because we know that everyone could turn on us. Because we know this kind of thing is not allowed in our clique.

But the one time I was actually sure that he possibly liked me back was when he asked me to the prom at the same time I planned to. I remember it clearly: we were playing Overwatch at his place, when we started speaking to each other at the same time. We argued over who would go first until we agreed we'd say whatever it was at the same time. My heart exploded when we said the exact same sentence: "Go to prom with me."

We never specified if it was as friends or as something more, but we decided it'd be best to say it was as friends to anyone else. But we ourselves don't even know what it actually is.

Sometimes I'm so jealous of the freedom that the LGs are allowed to have. I don't make fun of them like Jackson does, but I envy them. Their carefree life. The way they can express their feelings to anyone without anyone else but the Straights caring. My dilemma is that I've already established a place with the Straights. Changing sides now would be betrayal. I can't handle that.

I need to tell someone about all of this. It's unhealthy to keep my thoughts pent up. I can't tell Tae. He could still possibly reject me.

Just then, my doorbell rings and I jump up from my couch. I open the door.

"Oh. You. Just you."

"Nice to see you, too, Lisa," I say, letting her in.

"Where's Tae?" she asks boredly, flopping into my couch as I close the door.

"Running late, he'll be here in 20, then Jennie, then Rosé," I reply.

I can see how annoyed she is. I can't blame her. I wasn't exactly the best boyfriend. I don't think she's not over me, more like still upset at the situation in which our relationship ended. I loved her at one point, but Tae changed that. And I couldn't lie to her and make love to her when I didn't really feel love.

I sit next to her and she scoots a little farther away. I still want to be friends with her, but I know patching things up with her before everyone else gets here won't be the easiest thing. I'll try my best.

"Look, Lisa, I'm sorry about—"

"Can you curl hair?" she interrupts.

"O-Of course," I stutter. She raises an eyebrow at me, amused.

"I learned for my s-sister..." I reason.

She laughs, "Jungkook, I dated you. You don't have a sister."

"Okay, fine! I curled my own hair before. So what? I looked hot when I did it," I admit.

"Why don't you curl my hair as you apologize then. Might as well kill two birds with one stone."

I agree, plugging in my flat iron. Yes, I have one. Need I explain why?

Taking a strand of her brown hair, I start over.

"Lisa, I'm really sorry about how our relationship ended. I know you're over me, but I can tell that you're not over the way we ended it," I sigh. "So I'll tell you everything. You think you had to break up with me because I cared more about a friend than you, but there's a lot more than that behind it. I want to tell you the whole story, the whole truth, because I really do love you as a person, and I still want to be friends."

"Jungkook, please don't think that I'm upset with you because I had to break up with you. It's because you never really told me the truth. You were never open enough with me. And that's what I want most in my relationship with you— the truth. So I'll give you a chance now to tell me everything. Cause despite the BS you pulled with Taehyung, I still considered you one of my best friends ever."

I nod understandingly, realizing I've already curled half of her hair. Gotta talk quick.

"Okay, I'll talk. Just know that... You can't tell anybody. Swear on your life. Also you can't interrupt me till I'm finished. You're the first person who will be hearing about any of what I'm about to say, and I trust you, so please. Do not. Tell. Anybody," I threaten, raising the flat iron.

"I promise, geez! Put that away before you sizzle my face!" she yells.

"So, Lalisa Manoban, here's the whole story, I guess," I sigh.

"You and I were dating. I was happy with you. I loved you. You were my best friend. That was, until Taehyung. We'd always been friends, but until recently, we've gotten closer than ever before. He was then my new best friend. I spent more time with him than with you. And I know that's unfair to you and to Jennie, but..." I hesitate.

"Go on," she encourages.

"My friendship with Tae got me into some really deep shit. I developed... feelings for him. Not just any feelings, Lisa. I found myself.. in.. love," I choke out.

Her eyes widen but she nods, allowing me to keep going. I can tell she's stopping herself from asking questions and screaming altogether.

"I couldn't lie to you anymore, call you my girlfriend and tell you I only loved you because I found myself loving Kim Taehyung, too. There was just something about him. He made me, no offense, happier than even you could. I don't know if that makes me gay or bi or whatever. All I knew was that I couldn't tell anyone, especially not you. So you broke up with me. Cause I was so secretive. And frankly, I appreciate you broke things off with me, so that I wouldn't have to feel the pain of dumping you because I liked someone else. I hope you understand why I couldn't tell you. I mean, I know him and I are so touchy and weird, and people just assume we're just that close as friends. But in reality, for me at least, it's so much more than that. But even my love for Taehyung couldn't get me to come out and betray the Straights. God forbid I get banished from the group like Kim Yugyeom..." I say, finishing up the last strand of Lisa's hair.

"Wow, Jungkook. That must've been so.. hard. To deal with that on your own. I'm assuming you haven't even told Taehyung. I mean, I knew there was something fishy with you two, but I didn't think it was much more than over-affectionate teammates fueled by testosterone," she sighs.

I nod. She's calm, so I'm feeling a little better.

"I won't tell anyone. Thanks for sharing... And I get it now. You were trying to protect me from getting my feelings hurt. So I forgive you. But don't worry, because you were the best boyfriend I'd ever had. You treated me right. Heck, my hair looks amazing! So thank you."

"You're welcome," I say, spreading out my arms. She takes my hug and for the first time, I feel closer to her than I ever have.

"Some way of getting ready for prom, huh?" she giggles, letting me go.

"Yeah," I smile.

"I'm assuming Tae broke things off a while ago?"

"Yeah, they're still friends, but she has a crush on one of the Straights apparently. Not sure who, though," I tell her, walking into my bathroom. She follows behind, used to my house and where everything is.

"One question, though," Lisa says, taking out her makeup kit, "Why don't you tell Tae how you feel? I'm 101% sure he feels the same way about you.. You guys could be a couple in secret, how exciting!" she suggests.

"I don't know.. The Straights and Jackson are terrifying enough already. I could wait till after graduation," I shrug.

"Jungkook, no. If you love him so much, you'll tell him the truth. Don't make the same mistake that you made with me. And if you do it tonight, I don't care when, as long as it's tonight, I'll tell the person I love how I feel too," she says, applying her mascara.

"That's different! I'm confessing to a guy! I'm a guy! You're a girl. Confessing to a guy as a girl is no biggie," I counter, as I rinse my face.

"Who said it would be a guy?"

Wait.. Lisa is confessing to a girl?!

"Lisa, is there something you need to tell me?" I ask her, snatching her eyelash curler from her hand.

"You know Rosé and I are going to prom together, right?" she says quietly.

"Yeah! As friends," I say.

"She never asked me as a friend. She asked me to just go with her. We're, like, in the same situation as you and Taehyung— we don't know what we're going as, well, I don't know what we're going as. It wasn't specified. But I still said yes. Because I like her. More than a friend. Maybe she likes me, too. I can't be sure.. But I want to tell her tonight. Even if it has to be secret."

It's my turn to be shocked. Lisa and Rosé act like normal girls in a friendship —very close, always giggling— so it never occured to me that there was something more to that.

"Since when have you liked her?!" I practically screech in surprise and enthusiasm.

"I'll kindly tell you when you give me back my curler so I can finish my face," she smiles sarcastically. I laugh nervously and practically throw it back into her grasp.

"Well, it was more after our break up. She was there for me, comforting me, telling me I deserve someone better. No offense, Kookie. And I found myself always wanting to be around her. I never got this one thought out of my head: that Rosé Park is gorgeous. It freaked me out that every time I looked at her that's what I thought of. I thought of it as just a girl crush until I realized it was a crush crush. It came to my attention when I got jealous that her and Jimin were dating and when I was so relieved when they broke up. So there you have it," Lisa says, as though we had just been speaking about how hard last night's homework was.

"Damn, Lisa. Guess we both had some deep shit going on in us.." I manage to say.

"Are Jennie and Rosé getting ready here or are they coming ready to go, cause it's getting late," Lisa says, "I want to be ready when they get here, I have a girl to impress."

"They're carpooling over here, but Jennie said they'd already be ready to go once they got here. I told my guy friends that they were getting ready here so that they're not suspicious or anything."

"Smart move. Can you zip up my dress?" she asks. I don't know when she managed to get it on while I was in the bathroom with her, but I rush to zip it closed. I step back to look at her and I'm reminded of why I developed feelings for her in the first place— she's beautiful.

"Wow.. Rosé will be so impressed, I can guarantee it!" I cheer.

"Thanks," she smiles, "What about Tae?? Hurry up, he'll be here any minute!" she says, shoving me out the bathroom and tossing my suit into my hands.

I quickly dress into my fancy attire and do my hair. I decided it's been a while and my hair is longer now, so I come out of the bathroom sporting wavy hair, courtesy of my quick curling skills.

"Jeon Jungkook, are you the same person?! You look amazing!" Lisa squeals, jumping up and down.

I'm about to thank her until the doorbell rings, and I practically sprint to the door, not even worried that I'm not wearing shoes or socks.

"Oh my God.. Jungkook, you look... incredible," Taehyung says, breathlessly, without even a hello. I feel my cheeks warm up as I thank him shyly and let him in.

I finally get a moment to actually look at him and his attire, and I swear, my pupils took the shape of hearts. He looked so fucking sexy, like damn. He was the epitome of why I fell in love with him in the first place.

"Lisa, you look great too!" he smiles.

"Back at ya," she giggles.

"The girls'll be here soon... in the meantime, I'm off to use the restroom. That should leave you two alone for a couple minutes," Lisa says before giving me a quick wink.

Oh, God, I think. It's now or never.

"Jungkook, if you were lost in space, who do you think you'd take with you? It'd just be you and them, lost in the middle of nowhere," Taehyung asks. It's another one of his random questions that he does all the time.

I can't take my eyes off of is boxy smile and much more, his lips as I answer, "You," before I can stop myself.

"Wow, that's amazing, I have the exact same answer!" he laughs as he steps towards me.

"Why me?" he asks, putting his arm around me. Something I'm used to, yet it feels so new now.

This is it, I'm kind of confessing on the spot.

"Because, Taehyung, you're funny, you're kind, you're hot, you make me smile, you make me feel safe, you make me feel better about myself, you make me look forward to school. I'm pretty sure what happens between us is more than just being intimate bros. Tae, you're my best friend. If I had to choose one person to spend the rest of my life with, even if it was lost in space, it'd be you. Because, in all honesty... I think you're out of this world. Literally. I mean, your personality is just so unique."

His smile is now fading and his eyes widen. He removes his arm from my shoulders and I figure all is lost. I shouldn't have said that. I feel tears stinging my eyes.

Instead of turning around and walking out the door, he turns me towards him and takes me in a large hug. It's not like any of our other hugs from before. I feel sentiment, like he's saying he feels the same way.

I wrap my arms around him and allow myself to get lost in his scent. And then he starts laughing. Like a crazy person.

I pull away from him and blush, wondering why the fuck he just ruined our moment.

"Fuck. You made me swoon. That was so cheesy, Kookie. But I think I can tell you that's why I'd take you to space with me, too," he says, boxy smile returning.

I mentally thank Lisa for inspiring me to basically proclaim my love for Taehyung.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings for the third time tonight and I let in Jennie and Rosé, who look just as amazing as the rest of us. Lisa comes out and hugs them, and I see her whisper into Rosé's ear. I'm left to imagine what it was.

But as I leave my house, hand in hand with Taehyung, I feel pure bliss. Because even though we haven't quite established what was going on between us, I knew we felt the same way. And maybe I didn't care if it was "wrong".

We all pile into the car and everyone starts banging the car ceiling with their fists, getting excited, chanting, "Let's get this show on the road!" I drive towards prom, a night that should be the prologue of a new chapter of my life with the person who I'd get lost in space with.

Oh man, y'all, last getting ready scene for this chapter.. We're almost at prom!! (for those wondering, the next chapter will be by yoongi-mood, and that's when jin and hoseok, who are roommates, will be getting ready)

DESTINATION: Mark and Youngjae's Place—

Mark's POV

"Hair done?" I yell to Youngjae.

"Of course!" he yells back.

We agreed as best friends, we wouldn't see each other until we were both done getting ready. So, I was currently standing and yelling in our living room as he yelled from his bedroom. We wanted to share the magic of seeing each other in the clothes we are wearing to the most important night of our lives.

"Tux on?" he asks.

"You bet!" I reply.

This is getting tedious, I want to go already! Even though I'm not going with my complicated as fuck crush, Jackson Wang, I'm still excited to see my friends. If I can't have him, I can stare at him and his ass instead, right?

"Are you ready for the best night of our lives?" I ask to finish our yell-fest.

"Trivago!" he yells excitedly.

"I'll take that as a yes, come on out, then," I say, laughing at his antics. He really is pure sunshine. Except when he's getting fucked by Hoseok, who is supposedly pure sunshine as well. When that happens, he turns into a submissive, moaning mess.

I hear his footsteps and he practically runs into the living room and strikes a fierce pose. I laugh but that doesn't distract me from the fact that he looks like a snack.

"Open shirt concept, nice!" I say, "That probably attract more ladies than anything, but Hoseok is bound to like it!"

Then it's my turn to look at him with my model eyes.

"Woah, you look amazing, bro!" gasps Youngjae.

"Thanks," I smile.

We sit together on the couch as we wait for his date to come. Hoseok is picking him up and I'm driving alone. Nothing but silence consumes our surroundings until Youngjae clears his throat.

"You know, if Jackson doesn't notice you at all tonight looking like that, he'd have to be a blind fool," he says quietly.

Youngjae knows about my feelings and overall situation with Jackson; how I embarrassed myself in my drunken state in front of him, how even though I know he's a douche towards our clique I still manage to find myself head-over-heels for him, how I wanted him of all people  to ask me to prom. Even though he's the king of the Straights, for some reason, I thought I had a chance. I still think I have a chance. The night is young. It's not over until I say it is.

I nod and give him a small smile.

My chances are one to nothing with Jackson. Even though he can be stupid and jocky and really... hateable, I still see this light in him. I can't help but think maybe there's a chance that he's really a good person. All guys at our school have the tiniest bit of gay in them— even him. Though I was drunk, I remember the gay panic he had when I tried to hook up with him.

"Why do you still have hope for someone like Jackson?" Youngjae suddenly asks, "I feel like you deserve so much better. Someone who will not only return your affection, but will shower you with even more of it."

I feel a little offended that he's questioning my taste in men, but I remind myself that from his point of view, being the boyfriend of Jackson's nemesis, it'd be hard to see what I like so much about him.

"Because, man, I know there's good in him. He may act the way he does because of all the pressure on him. He's the leader of the Straights; he is expected to be a certain way. Like your boyfriend, Hoseok, he may act all fun and fit his role perfectly, but you never know. Deep down, he could be feeling the weight of all the LGs bearing down on his back. At one point, either of them can snap. But I really see the light in Jackson. I believe in him. Before I can show anyone else, he has to be the one to find it first. It could take until we're all graduated and in college, for all I know. But he's for sure bound to see it for himself one day."

Youngjae sits in silence for a while, deep in thought. I have no idea what could be going on in his mind, but this is the first time I've seen him truly serious for longer than 10 seconds.

"Mark Tuan, you're a really good person. Jackson isn't the only one with 'light' in him. And I'll be damned if he doesn't notice the light that shines brightly in you," he finally says, smiling.

"Thanks, Youngjae. At least you have someone you love who loves you back," I sigh.

"Um... Actually, about that, I think my feelings towards Hoseok have really ch—"

Before he can explain himself any further, the sound of my doorbell cuts him off and I can't help but curse under my breath. Youngjae was about to be open with me about something... regarding Hoseok... who everyone believes is the love of his life.

We both stand up and agree to finish the conversation later when we get home as I open the door.

"Hey, Hoseok!" I greet. He looks amazing tonight, like he could make the girls and guys alike swoon.

"What's up, Marker? You look hot!" he smiles, coming in. I nod and do a little handshake.

Youngjae rushes over to him and they share a short kiss. I don't know why but I thought it looked awkward and even the tiniest bit... uncomfortable? For both of them. I shake it off. Why am I thinking of the worst on prom night?

"Aw, Hobi, why are you so sweaty? Your suit's all wrinkled," Youngjae says, fixing Hoseok's collar and overcoat.

"I was practicing a dance for tonight. Gotta show the school who's the most dominant effing dancer in the history of prom," he laughs quietly.

"You look great, though," Youngjae replies.

"Yeah, you, too," Hoseok smiles, scratching the back of his head.

The tension between these two is killing me.

"Let's get going, guys," I say, opening the door again as we pile out. I lock it behind me before turning to Hoseok.

"Did Seokjin get picked up by his date yet?" I ask.

"Yeah, I was actually surprised by who it was," he responds.

"Who was it?" Youngjae asks, getting into Hoseok's Nissan.

"Uhhh you guys will see later on. That's for me to know and for you guys to find out," he says, sitting in the driver's seat.

"I'll see you guys later," I say before getting into my own car. They wave at me and pull out of the driveway. The last thing I heard from Hoseok being "We need to talk," which was, I'm sure, directed to Youngjae.

Whatever it is, I hope their relationship is okay. Things have gotten weird since people started getting ready for prom.

I turn my ignition and follow behind in their direction.

It's odd.

As I drive, my heart starts beating faster and faster. I have this feeling in my gut that big things are ahead of me as I near the country club where prom is. And it feels like these big things aren't good.

I try my best to shake these anxious thoughts away and decide to focus my mind on better, more positive things— like how I predict Jackson's ass will look in his newly-pressed trousers.

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(ilove_joon) so there y'all have it... we're going to prom!!!! sorry this chap was so damn long, i hope your eyes survived and everyone didn't get bored. you have no idea how many times jeffree starr's 'prom night' started playing in my head while writing smh.

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