BOYS WHO GET ASKED OUT!

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They were at the door. From the other side, footsteps emerged, before it opened to reveal him.

Lola wished she hadn't seen it.

His bare body, except for his shorts covering part of his brawny thighs. Surprisingly, they were not tattooed. Lola hadn't paid attention to it, the other night, how it was just his sleeves decorated with partly colored graffiti. In her defense, Jungkook's eyes were encapsulating that night. He had been naked, and buried deep inside of her, but all Lola could remember were the eyes. Those brown eyes.

His bicep flexing when he scratches the back of his neck, "Yo." He jutted his chin. Among all things Jungkook was good at, playing dumb was one of them. As if him bumping into Charlie, or ignoring Lola were hallucinations, he smirked at her. Feet crossing as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Hi." Lola cleared her throat. On either side of her stood her friends, both trying to sneak a peek over his broad shoulders, into their room. Lola could not, though. Jungkook's eyes seemed to do that thing again. Sort of casting a spell on her. She wiped the drool off her chin and cleared her throat again. "Erm, I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come to a Camila concert with me... If you'd like..."

Out of the darkness within the room erupted multiple groans, followed by two faces emerging behind their youngest friend.

"You ginger and listen to Camila?" Namjoon covered his pompous grin with his mouth, laughing in an overdramatic manner, just for the sake of annoying her further. "Pick a struggle."

While Jungkook shook his head, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yo hyung..." Taehyung scorned, "You gotta stop messin' with her."

The three of them argued back and forth, while the three girls crossed their arms and tapped their feet. Destiny had rolled her eyes about a million times, until she had enough. "You comin' or nah?" She clapped her hands together, shutting the boys up. "We got five tickets and no patience."

He thought about it.

Considering just for the sake of Lola. Yes, he was frustrated over earlier. God knows why, Jungkook felt a connection. A subtle one, but there was something nonetheless. His tongue moistened the skin around his lip ring, eyes traveling up and down her body. "Sure."

"Nah!" Namjoon cackled and disappeared back into the room, only his baffled hollers remaining. "Ain't no way bro just agreed to a Camila concert!"

Still by the door, "On god, low-key." Taehyung crossed his arms in front of his chest, shrugged, and gave Jungkook a side eye. "Camila Cabello is for them gay motherfuckers, like Jimin. They love shakin' ass to Havana, or the fuck that song is called like, it's not even a good song bro, ion know why it got so big, and then she did that song with Shawn Mendes too like-"

He kept on blabbering, while the rest rolled their eyes. Giselle sighed, "Whatever, we have only one more ticket left so-"

"Can I come too?" Taehyung immediately barged over the threshold.

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