THE SECOND DATE WITH PENELOPE!

songs!
american wedding............. frank ocean
mamushi.... megan thee stallion
cypher 4.... bts

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Jin had sent Namjoon to look for Jungkook after his argument with Lola, and she knew where he'd be able to find him.

The Brooklyn Bridge.

Leaned against the railings, a joint between his lips, Jungkook sighed. The sun had settled on the horizon, slowly sinking down under, giving the moon time to rise. He knew once it turned dark, he'd look up at the sky and be reminded of Lola. Her freckles, and the way they matched the way the stars were scattered all across. It was weird, how much he had changed. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't even consider continuing. He was never the one for relationships. The arguments, the responsibilities. It was intolerable, but now, he felt as though he had to tolerate it. Because it was for Lola. Because he wanted to hold her hand. Wanted to keep seeing her face, kiss her lips.

He chuckled at what she had turned him into. Something Jungkook made fun of his entire life. A hopeless romantic. Lame. Pathetic. He thought, but it felt incredible. He felt alive for the first time in ever, really.

Namjoon approached him on the bridge, his own joint between his pointer finger and thumb. He leaned against the railings and took a long puff. Neither of them spoke, they had this thing where they knew what the other was thinking. They could read it in each other's faces, in the way they acted, and moved. Years of friendship, and Jungkook wasn't even aware of the similarities. They took a puff at the same time, and bursted into chuckles at the same time.

"Man!" The tattooed boy groaned into the orange and pink sky. "I can't believe it."

Namjoon nodded. "You're in love."

Their chuckles simmered, but their mouths were still stretched wide across their faces. "Yeah."

"Never thought that would happen."

Jungkook giggled, and threw his head back. His free fingers brushed his hair back, exposing his forehead. "Me either. Hyung, that girl got me down bad."

That girl. Lola. Namjoon wanted to feel happy for his brother. He did. He tried every single day to stop feeling this way, but every time he heard that name, he froze. Lola. And his throat knotted. Lola. And his heart dropped into his stomach. Lola. And he wanted to cry.

"Right." He brushed it off, like he did with everything he felt. Namjoon didn't believe he was fit for it. Emotions. All they did was fuck him over. "Y'all argued?"

Jungkook nodded. He pressed his lips in a thin line. Didn't want things to be the way they were. "I love her, but she accin' like I wanna go on that fuckin' date."

The cars passing by were the only source of sound for a long while. Their engines roaring. "That's women, bro." Namjoon muttered, sort of in a whisper.

"I feel like you the last person I should be talkin' to 'bout relationships." Jungkook laughed.

Offended, "Hold up! I been in relationships!" Namjoon reminded his friend of Emma, though was quickly humbled.

"Hyung, you was cheatin' on her the whole time."

"As if you ain't cheat on Lola." Namjoon blurted it out on a whim, not realizing the memories it'd unlock in Jungkook's brain.

The younger one sighed. "That ain't the same."

Now dull, Namjoon cleared his throat. "Man, fuck that shit. I got other things to worry 'bout. Was in Jihyung's office, and Jimin came-"

"He saw y'all?" Jungkook panicked.

"Nah." Namjoon shook his head, taking another puff, his eyes shut with guilt. "But- fuck. He trusts me, JK. He mentioned me in there... Talm 'bout sum "Namjoon hyung never fucked me over." And I was under the desk like, fuck. I did fuck him over. I feel like a fuckin' bum!"

Jungkook looked down. He knew they were wrong for it, but he wasn't sure how they'd ever be able to tell Jimin. All he was sure of was the fact that Jimin was a real friend.

"And Jin hyung's been up my ass 'bout it, too. He says if I don't tell Jimin, he gon' do it himself."

"It's my fault." Jungkook sighed. "I got into that first fight, broke that guy's ribs, and you had to fuck that bitch to save me. You coulda not done nothin' and let them expell me... But you didn't, hyung. You was just tryna help your friend-"

"By fuckin' my other friend's mom." Namjoon laughed, a sense of sorrow lacing his tone. "Man, Ion know how Imma fix this shit. The fuck do I do, JK?"

The younger shrugged. "I mean, f'you really gotta tell him, just tell him. It's better than him findin' out through some other shit."

"What about y'all? If I tell Jimin he gon' learn y'all was in on this shit too."

Jungkook sighed, joint between his lips. He scratched the back of his neck. "Hyung, he gon' be angry, but if I know that lil' midget, I know he gon' forgive us at some point."

"You think so?" Namjoon asked with hope.

Nodding, "Yeah." Jungkook reassured. "He gon' hate us, fo' sho, and it's gon' take some time, but he gon' forgive. I just know it. That motherfucker ain't like his mom. He's a literal angel, like..."

They laugh. Jimin truly was one of a kind. He was always there for all of them, no matter what.

"Don't tell him I said that, though. He gon' get all clingy with me." Jungkook then chuckled, warning his friend.

Namjoon nodded, dapping up his friend. "We should get back, though. You got a date with Penelope."

"Nah, don't remind me!" Jungkook rolled his eyes as they made their way back down the bridge. "Lola gon' look at me with them fuckin' eyes again. Like she tryna kill me or sum."

Chortling, "She done it 'fore. Could do it again." Namjoon told him.

"Hyung!" Jungkook shoved him lightly. "Don't say that shit! Lo didn't do nothin'. I killed Charlie-"

"Yo!" Namjoon stopped the younger from being any louder. "You tryna get yourself locked up?!"

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They were back at the dorm, and Lola wasn't looking at him. Jungkook tried everything under the moon to cheer her up. Blew her kisses, tickled her -which ended with a tight smack on his shoulder-, but it was all in vain. Giving up, "I'm out." He told the others.

"Okay. Don't forget. Anything scandalous works, just make sure she confesses to something. Anything." Jin told him.

Jungkook nodded, leaving once again.

When Jin closed the door, he was met with Lola standing right behind him. "Jesus!" He shrieked, startled.

"I'm going too." She stated. It wasn't a question.

"What?!" The others chimed in sync, all of them gathering around Lola to stop her from following Jungkook to his date with Penelope. "Yo, the spy thing was just for Halloween, girl." Taehyung bursted into laughter, but was soon told to zip it by Giselle. Of course, he complied immediately.

They told her she couldn't, but Lola was persistent in the way she slipped on her jacket. "I'm going."

It was useless to argue against a woman with a decision. Jin sighed into his palms, pressing his lips together. He caught a glimpse of Namjoon on the couch, and called his name. "You go with her."

"What?!" The sleepy friend groaned. "I ain't goin' nowhere!"

"Joon!" Jin pulled him off the couch and dragged him to the door, which Lola had opened already. "You go with her, and make sure she doesn't interfere with the date. Just- let her watch from afar." He whispered in his ear.

They weren't so fond of the idea, but understood Lola's worries. Groaning, Namjoon nodded. Him and Lola were off in a matter of seconds.

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"What's with you?" Penelope traced her devilish finger around the rim of the glass holding her cocktail. Her teeth, like fangs, ready to sink in someone's flesh any second, were on display when she smirked. "Taking me out on these dates? The fight with Lola has to be more than just a fight... Right? What'd she do? Cheat?"

Jungkook jaw clenched. He'd been suppressing his anger the entire thirty minutes they were at the bar. Penelope was sober as day, and his patience ran thin. Clearing his throat, "That ain't your business." Jungkook downed his last sip of whiskey in the bottom of the glass, placing it down harshly.

"Relax." Penelope laughed. She took his hand in hers and leaned in, whispering over the bass of the loud music, "I'm only asking." she winked.

"Don't." Jungkook said. Strict, and aggressive in the way he pulled his hand away. "That's in the past. I'm tryna have fun, and you not lettin' me do that right now."

She laughed, throwing her head back. "That's what I am to you? Fun? Please, Jungkook. We both know I'm more than just that to you." Her burgundy stiletto nails sat sharp against his chest, nearly digging through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"That bitch-" across the bar, Lola rose to her feet, only to be held back down by Namjoon sitting annoyed next to her. "she's all over him!"

Rolling his eyes, "Good. Means the plan's workin'. Sit the fuck down!" Namjoon pressed his hand on her shoulder, and made her lean back before handing her his glass of whiskey.

Lola downed it in a shot, ginger brows knitted together as she watched her boyfriend get hogged by a witch. The drunk dancing crowd made it harder for her to see, and the distance -plus the music- made it impossible to hear them, but Lola know the words Penelope must've been spewing. It had to be headache inducing. "I hate her."

"You gotta put yo' feelings to the side, girl." Namjoon leaned in, his eyes looking wherever she was. He couldn't bear to look at her, or he might start having those feelings. "He's doin' this to get y'all outta this mess."

"I know." Lola groaned, face in her palms. The bass made her temples throb, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to tolerate the agony that came with it. "It's just- I can't stand seeing him with another girl."

Flashing lights seemed to have slowed down. Namjoon caught a glimpse of her in the red light, before the image vanished. Fuck. He wasn't going to look, but there he was, staring. His eyes softened when he did, despite her uninterest. She was far more interested in dragging Penelope across the floor by her hair. Namjoon cleared his throat, and leaned back. "I know." He said. "It hurts, don't it? ... When you love somebody, but they love someone else?"

"Jungkook doesn't love Penelope!" Lola turned to him, giving herself mild whiplash. She scorned at his nonchalant expression, though wasn't aware of the storms behind those chestnut eyes. "Stop trying to make me feel sad."

He kissed his teeth, leaning in. "That's the last thing I'm tryna do." His arms were on the table, and the tip of his nose brushing against the peach fuzz on her jaw.

Lola didn't hear him whisper, even if she did, her brain wouldn't have registered it. Her eyes were glued on the two across the bar, inching closer by the second.

Across the bar, "Sally's first legal shot, everyone!" A girl yelled. A bunch of them were there to celebrate their friend's twenty-first birthday, which Penelope was bothered by. The birthday girl had red hair. Everything reminded her of Lola. Penelope hated it.

She cleared her throat and turned to Jungkook. "Wanna dance?" She pulled him by the collar, but Jungkook refused, which she didn't take well. "Ugh! I miss the old Jungkook!"

He rolled his eyes, spinning on his barstool with his hand in Penelope's, he saw them.

Namjoon and Lola, across the bar, suspiciously close to each other. Something flipped inside of him. As if his blood had started boiling, or his ribs were tightening around his heart. Jungkook's teeth gritted, and his eyes darkened.

She could feel it in her bones. Lola sat tense in her seat, fretting that Penelope might see her tucked in a corner of the bar like a freak. When her foxy eyes did, in fact, turn in the direction Jungkook was glaring at, Lola grabbed Namjoon by the neck and ducked down on the table. Penelope's searching eyes glossed over them many a times, before turning back to Jungkook with her brows knitted together. "Where are you looking?"

"Nothing." Jungkook pulled his lip ring between his teeth, sharp eyes still on Lola and Namjoon's table, although they weren't so visible anymore. His hands were balled up into fists and his spine straightened into a stagnant stick, broadening his shoulders. He was upset, angry, furious... Even. Penelope could read it all in his eyes, but didn't know the reason.

She grabbed him by the jaw, leaned in, and over the loud music she told him: "Your mind's still on that bitch. Let me make it better."

Though her attempts at kissing her were protested against immediately. Jungkook held her by her shoulders, dark eyes peeled off the other two across the bar, and finally on Penelope. He gritted his teeth. "F'you call her a bitch one more time, Imma-"

"I'm sorry, is he bothering you?" The bartender leaned over the counter, freeing Penelope from Jungkook's tight grip.

Another guy- "Yeah, are you okay?" chimed, drink in his hand, he stood by the tattooed by, nearly towering over him.

"He's not bothering me-"

"What if I am, homie? Watchu gon' do?" Jungkook cut her off, getting up out of his seat to step closer to the guy, his jaw clenched. The anger was building, and he had to get it out some kind of way. "Beat me?"

The guy, most definitely deserving of a hangover, tilted his head to the side. "How old are you two?" His five o'clock shadow proved the age gap between them. He arched a brow and placed a heavy hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Listen-"

"Getcho hands off f'you wanna keep usin' 'em." Jungkook cut him off, shrugging his shoulders at them. Though, his hand remained, so Jungkook reclined his arm back, forming a fist, before landing a heavy punch on the guy's jaw. "I warned you."

Shriveled on the floor or the bar, surrounded by a plethora of screaming girls, including Penelope, the guy whined in agony. His jaw might've been broken, given the deep red it had started to turn.

Across the bar, "The fuck?" Namjoon rose to his feet, immediately nearing the fight that was starting to break out. Followed by Lola holding him back with concern, "Y'all got a death wish?!" he began swinging at the three other men trying to take down Jungkook.

The two fought better when drunk.

In the dimly lit, and crowded, interior of the bar, only flashing lights revealing the guys' bloodied faces, they fought. Two down, Namjoon grabbed the last one and turned him to face Jungkook, who obliterated his face with his red and stained knuckles.

Beside them, Lola tried to interfere, though was unsuccessful every time. Unseen by the boys, but not by Penelope. "What are you doing here?!" She glared at the ginger, shoving her by the shoulder.

Lola ignored her, thought only until what she said after.

"Oh my god!" Penelope's face lit up suddenly, her devilish finger pointing back and forth between Namjoon -who was catching his breath-, and Lola -who was frightened-. "Are you two...?"

"What? No?!" Lola scoffed, turning back to the boys. They were surrounded by the feet with the three guys they had just knocked out, and were threatening the others for round two.

Penelope grabbed her bag off the counter, a wide grin plastered across her face. "So cute! Emma will love hearing about this!" And stepped over one of the guys on the floor before she held Jungkook's face to plant a kiss on the clean parts of his jaw. "See ya, babe!"

She left, but Lola didn't.

"What the fuck are you two doing?!" She scolded them, and dragged them outside the bar by their buff arms. The two of them were a little too big to handle, so Lola held onto Jungkook's shoulder, pulled him out, before reaching over the threshold to bring Namjoon outside, before eventually pulling them in his car. Jungkook's was further away, and she didn't want to drag them for all that long. Behind the wheel, she glared at them through the rearview mirror, eyes filled with fury. "Why did you guys do that?"

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"Why did you guys do that?!" Jin groaned.

He'd been pacing back and forth since the three had come back from the bar with: no information out of Penelope, two bleeding noses, a bursted lip, and a rumour.

The rumour being Lola and Namjoon's secret relationship. If Penelope says she's going to tell, then she's very certainly going to tell.

"Un-fucking-believable." The older stood with his hands on his hips, and shook his head defeatedly. The door to the dorm had been left slightly ajar, their bloodied faces taking the group by surprise, they had forgotten about it. Cold blew in through the gap.

In front of him, the three sat on the couch. Lola pressed a cotton pad soaked in alcohol against Jungkook's burst lip, while Namjoon sat bitterly beside them. Giselle had offered to tend to his wounds, but he refused. Namjoon was never the guy to accept help, and that might've been the only difference between the two. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be as open as Jungkook... As vulnerable.

"I mean..." Jin began. "it was incredibly simple. You-" pointing at Jungkook, "had to get info out of Penelope, and you -" then at Namjoon. "had to just be there with Lola. Is it really that hard for you two to stay out of fights?"

"They was born to fight." Taehyung stated behind him, though quickly zipped his mouth when he earned an intimidating glare.

"Why was they there, though?" Jungkook question. It came out muffled with the cotton ball against his lip, but the fury hiding behind the murk in his eyes told Lola everything. "You spyin' on me? Don't trust me?"

Lola ignored him, rolling her eyes and pressing the cotton ball hard enough to make him wince.

It wasn't over. Jungkook caught a glimpse of Namjoon through the corner of his eye. "And why was you all up in her face like that? I saw that shit. Since when're y'all so close?"

"Since yo' ass cheated on her with Margot." Namjoon spat. The alcohol was good at drowning his thoughts, but it wasn't the greatest at concealing his words. They were both vile when under the influence. Words were pointless, and so was the reason they were spoken.

"Mane." Jungkook kissed his teeth. He sneaked his arm around Lola's waste, could sense her uneasiness, and caressed her with his thumb. "That's fucked up. Why you say that?"

"Ain't it true though?" Namjoon chuckled.

It was clear, an argument was about to surface. Jin sat in his chair, leaning back to let it happen. He had seen it way too many times, and knew it was completely unnecessary to try and stop it. Namjoon and Jungkook were like cat and dog. When they bicker, they bicker. He gestured to the others to sit back when Jimin tried to interfere.

The room was filled with Namjoon and Jungkook's mumblings only.

Slurring his words, "You kissed Margot in front o' ha face, and she still got back witchu." Namjoon jutted his chin at Lola. "JK, make sure she not fo' the streets."

Quicker than usual, Jin though, Jungkook jumped out of his seat, dragging Namjoon by the collar of his shirt. "Yo, talk 'bout my girl like that again, see what happens!"

Everyone stared up at his fist in the air, but no one was nearly as concerned as Lola. They were used to it, whereas she was seeing it for the first time. Lola never thought Jungkook would lift a punch against Namjoon. She held him lightly, scared of what's to come.

"Show me watchu got, homie!" Namjoon laughed, and immediately felt the heat of Jungkook's knuckles.

Lola yelped, "Oh my god!" as she tried separating the two on the floor, but to no avail. Her eyes searched the other faces in the room, but they were placid.

"Leave 'em be." Jin sighed, throwing one leg over the other.

"They're hurting each other!" Lola exclaimed.

She was held back and Destiny and Giselle. "They gotta let it out, girl." Destiny told her.

Standing over them, "Hyung, you gotta work on your defense!" Taehyung clicked his tongue, giving them ideas to fight each other better. Disappointed, to say the least, he shook his head. Namjoon wasn't using his strength to its full capacity, and Jungkook wasn't even aiming for the face anymore. "Hittin' like a fuckin' girl!"

The others had stepped back, leaned against the wall, and watched unamused. It was only Lola who worried.

Jungkook and Namjoon knocked over vases, water bottles, and slammed against the table with their haphazard bodies. Pushing his back on the floor, Jungkook straddled Namjoon and held him by the collar. Their faces were covered in even more blood, though unaware of how much belonged to who. "I know watchu feelin', you better cut that shit out."

"What am I feelin'?" Namjoon held Jungkook's wrists and slammed him on the floor, rolling over him. His hands were around the younger's neck now, squeezing lightly.

Huffing, "You feelin' my girl." Jungkook whacked him across the face, but it wasn't enough to free himself. Namjoon had begun squeezing harder.

"I ain't."

"You is! I can fuckin' tell that shit!"

"Jin, you need to do something!" Lola yelled. The others had been circling the two. It was alarming, how long it lasted this time. Even in Jin's eyes, you could see the change.

His attempts at pulling them apart were unsuccessful. Namjoon's grip was tighter, but his balance was thrown off when Jungkook rolled them over once again. Back on top of his brother, he punched him. Anywhere his fist landed, Jungkook swung, much to Taehyung's pleasure. He bet ten bucks Jungkook would win, though his fun was cut short with Jin's glare.

"You pullin' shit outta yo' ass, man! Ion give a fuck 'bout that bitch!" Namjoon mumbles in between each punch, reaching to cover himself.

Jungkook didn't stop. It was his turn to choke. He wrapped his slender fingers around Namjoon's thick neck and began squeezing. "Use that word again 'n Imma kill you!"

"Yeah!" Namjoon laughed, though breathless. His face had started to turn purple. His mouth open to breathe deeper, "You used to killin' people now, ain't you? You prolly enjoyed smashing Charlie in the head!"

Rage. It ran through Jungkook's body. Veins popping out on his arms, he gritted his teeth and cut off Namjoon's airways. "It was an accident!"

Although nearing death, Namjoon didn't stop teasing the youngest. They could kill each other, but never would they be enemies. Namjoon trusted the hands that were choking him. Knew they wouldn't go all that far, and that's why he could laugh. Even on his deathbed, he'd let Jungkook rip out his windpipe.

Behind the door, they heard shuffling. The two weren't distracted, but the rest were. Whispers were yelled, and limbs were thrown around, the door opened, followed by two loud thuds. Two -barely- familiar faces on the floor, faces aghast.

Jai and Kehlani looked up, frightened.

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