BOYS WHO LISTEN TO CAMILA CABELLO!

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They couldn't expect much from giveaway concert tickets, nosebleeds were the cheapest after all... Strobes of red lights were bleeding through a cheering crowd, the five watched everyone from above.

Destiny's eyes skimmed the crowd for her wide-forehead enemy, and landed on a weave she wouldn't miss from a mile away. "There!" She pulled Lola by her arm, pointing sneakily at the girl down one row. "Penelope's there!" She made sure to whisper, though Jungkook wouldn't be able to hear anyways, due to the opening act stepping on stage already. The crowd went crazy around them. Rushing, "Quick, sit next to him!" Destiny led Lola to the empty seat between Jungkook and Giselle.

"You okay?" Jungkook questioned, eyes glued on her feet after Lola tripped lightly.

She nodded in response. "Too crowded."

"Yeah no shit." Jungkook laughed. His hand fell on her thigh, which he then repositioned higher and practically palmed her skin. "Watchu thought concerts were like? Bible club?"

She kissed her teeth, eyes rolling once again. He had a special talent for driving her up the wall. "I'm not even in a Bible club!" Lola leaned in, high volume, heart beating when he did the same. "And I know what concerts are like! I've been to many!"

"Oh for real?" His pierced brow raised in amusement. "You like live-music?"

"I love it!" She bit through her nerves and placed a seducing hand on his chest. "Maybe I can watch you sing live, some day."

They were not yelling over loud music, or the cheering crowd. Faces so close they could hear each other's breaths, there was no need in even talking. Lola was sure Jungkook could read her mind.

In fact, he very much could, given that he did exactly what she wanted, which was to be pulled so close against him. Jungkook's large hand settled on her lower back, and pushed her torso against the side of his own. Legs spread, eyes locked. "Maybe." He winked. It was intimate, reserved for her.

Destiny, entranced by the way Jungkook acted so gentle with Lola, she had never seen him this way before, was suddenly taken back by the frown poking from the row down. Penelope had seen the two, fuming, her jealous looks declared war on Lola.

Giselle too, had noticed. Though she could not meddle as long as Destiny did, thanks to Taehyung scorning beside her. "Who the fuck's this bitch? I thought we was at a Camila concert...?"

"That's Anitta!" She told him, "Camila's opening act! You never been to a concert before?"

Many more scorns later, "Ion give a fuck 'bout no Anitta!" He kissed his teeth, and leaned back.

Taehyung was funny, and Giselle was aware, though when she turned back to Penelope, she recognized another face beside her. Blue eyes, bigger than hers. Blonde hair, silkier than hers. Emma had convinced Namjoon to come along, and even post it on Instagram too.

Usually, Namjoon wouldn't be caught dead at a pop concert. Giselle felt guilty, of course. She should feel happy for his sister, yet her stomach caved in everytime she watched them kissed. She wished it was her arms around his neck, her lips against his-

"What's your favorite Camila song?" Taehyung interrupted her thoughts, nudging her side. It was a great distraction, she wanted to unsee her sister eating Namjoon's face a couple rows down.

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Finally, Camila had graced the stage wearing a red dress similar to Lola's. Widely recognizable instrumentals, the show had opened with 'Havana', Taehyung's favorite... Although he would reject the allegations of him even listening to her.

The crowd rose to their feet at once, except for Lola, who was held down by a force she only identified when she looked down and saw Jungkook's hand pressing down on her thigh. She jittered when his lips touched the shell of her ear. "You think I ain't know why you chose to wear red?"

She cleared her throat. Lola had been feeling dizzy, and his scent was not helping. A couple rows down, Penelope's eyes were glued on them instead of the stage. Destiny, enjoying the expression on her fuming face, accidentally bumped into Jungkook's side. Making him tower over Lola's smaller figure.

"What are you talking about?" Lola whispered, eyes looking anywhere but inside his.

Hands gliding up her waist, Jungkook chuckled deeply. His Adam's apple moving up and down, "You tryna show me off? Make her jealous?" His head tilted to the side swiftly, signaling Penelope who had been staring for far too long.

How obsessed she was with Jungkook, to a point she was willing to ignore her favorite singer singing her favorite song. Penelope wanted to cry. Jungkook belonged to her, not to a red haired whore.

"I'm not trying to do anything." Lola pushed him away, but to no avail. Jungkook held her captive in a tight embrace. Arms snaked around like tight ropes. His chest against hers, his nose against hers.

"That why you invited me here? You really think imma believe that?" He laughed, "Bunny f'you really wanna make her jealous, you needa do more than this."

She was red. Completely, and utterly. Lola was scorching. The brightest shade of red. Darker than cherries, hotter than flames. "What do I need to do?"

The tip of Jungkook's finger traveled down the middle of her chest, dipping into her cleavage, where he eventually stopped. Even that sent her into a frenzy, he was the best at teasing her.

He looked down, slow, and placed a painfully short kiss on her jaw, before he worked his way up to the corner of her lips. "Lemme fuck your brains out. Penny hates the thought of my dick inside some other girl."

He grabbed her wrist and placed her palm on his aching crotch, bulging against his jeans.

"Yeah?" Lola whispered in his ear, sucking air through her teeth. It was as though the music wasn't playing anymore, and no one was singing along. Even Destiny's loud whistles weren't heard. "Does she hate the thought of me with you?"

Jungkook hummed. Helpless, needy, it was more a whimper. "Fuck- yeah. Mhm, she fuckin' hates you. You wanna piss her off, bunny? Wanna make her angry?" The more their chests heaved together, the nastier their thoughts became. "Hm?"

"Yeah." Lola whimpered back. "I want to make her so jealous- I want her to know I'm better at pleasing you."

"Oh fuck-" Jungkook, impatient, rose to his feet and pulled her by the arm. "fuck, bunny." He held her by the hips and led her outside the hall, making sure Penelope saw every one of their steps.

They were like cats in heat. "Where are we going?" Lola questioned, breathless.

"Here." Jungkook pushed the door to the men's restroom open, though took a halt when they noticed the smell.

Lola gagged, stepping back. "I'm not going in there."

Jungkook wasn't going to force her. It was understandable, though he was aware entering the women's restroom wasn't the greatest idea.

They had only one option.

Door pushed open, both hungry for each other. They hurdled inside the gender neutral restroom, jolting inside one of the stalls. Completely ignoring the people by the sinks as they do so.

One of them rolled their eyes when they heard unapologetically loud moans from the stall. "The way we taught so hard for gender neutral bathrooms just for heteros to fuck in here..."

They had left. Only the moans of Lola and Jungkook echoed across the entire room.

In the process of trying to pull her dress up, Jungkook ripped the side slit even further. "Fuck- I don't have a condom on me."

Lola was not listening. All she wanted was his dick inside of her. As he covered his tip with spit, Lola groaned. "I don't care. Just pull out- please! Fuck me!"

"Okay." Jungkook's shaky voice was capable of giving her a heart attack. "Okay bunny."

Lola had got what she wanted. Jungkook had slipped himself inside her, and fucked her in an ungodly way. As much as it was possible in such a small place. They did not care if anyone heard. They did not know someone heard...

Outside the stall stood Penelope, tears cascading down her face. She covered her mouth and listened.

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