LAKESIDE HEARTBREAK!

songs!
pump it............ the black eyed peas
she knows..... j cole
billie bossa nova............ billie eilish

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"She shoulda been back, like, three hours ago." He slouched on the couch, keeping his phone on his thigh in case Margot called back. "Where the fuck is she?"

The boys sighed in sync. His lips pressed together, "I mean, it's clear." Jin was the first to say what was on all their minds. After Jungkook's curious eyes, "She's back to Queens." Jin shrugged.

The youngest had to laugh. "Hyung, let's get serious for a sec. You really think she would just leave without tellin' me nothin'?"

"Hasn't she like... Done that before?" Hoseok, chiming in softly, pointed. "Like, isn't that literally how she moved to Queens? She didn't tell any of us."

Jungkook groaned into his palms. His tattooed fingers rubbing his temples. "Man, she was gon' help me do the date thing for Lola."

"Oh that." Jin clapped his hands together. "Right- that's the dumbest idea, by the way."

The others protested, especially Jimin and Hoseok. Cuddled up in Yoongi's warm embrace, "We'll help you with it, Jungkook-sshi." Jimin smiled at the helpless boy. "The plan's already made. We'll just decorate the lakeside, and done!"

"For real?" His bunny smile slowly came back into view. Jungkook leaned in to bump Jimin's small fist with his larger one. "You's a real one, Jimin-sshi."

The five of them laughed, and the other two who chose not to participate were Jin, because he believed leaving Lola alone was a better idea for now. The other refusing to laugh was Namjoon because... Well. He had a lot on his plate. Not literally. In fact, he hadn't been eating every since that night. Emma's face wasn't leaving his mind. It was carved between the crevices of his brain. He'd take it to his grave with him.

"Shit." Yoongi, gently lifting Jimin's head from his shoulder, "Hold up, baby." pointed at his phone ringing. "It's the label. Gotta take it."

All six of them were frozen.

The label.

Even Jin and Namjoon who were refusing to join the fun -for their own reasons- were now sitting up straight, desperately waiting for Yoongi's call to end. This could be their big day. An album release. A contract. They were okay with anything.

Not long after, Yoongi returned. Disappointment written on his face. The others didn't even need to ask him. Sighing, they returned to sitting in silence, until-

-Yoongi's face lit up slowly. "Are y'all ready to release our first fucking album?!"

A celebration in their dorm room, the seven of them embraced one another in cheerful hugs. Applauds filled the empty slots of conversation, and their giggles erupted within each other's company. "Is you serious?!" Namjoon, suddenly free of all of his worries, hung on to Yoongi's every word, and every nod of his head. "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' 'bout!"

"Let's fucking go!" Taehyung, who also hadn't been in form lately, couldn't contain his excitement. Hugging Hoseok, before pulling them all in a big hug. "We're fuckin' doing it guys!"

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Timid footsteps strolling through the dimly lit corridor, Lola had been looking for the right room. At the very end of the hall, right under a flickering light, stuck behind a plastic cover, his name was written.

Charlie Conner.

Lola took a deep breath. Even from outside the room, there was something eerie tugging at her spine. Something piercing every inch of her skin. She was scared, though had a plan. She was going to talk to Charlie about homecoming night, and she was going to do it well. Nothing to be scared of. She though, knocking the door.

From the other side, "Come in." his voice, softer than usual, called.

Careful in the way she moved, Lola poked in her head, and read the surprise written all over his face, which was partially wrapped in bandages. His only exposed eye widening, brow raising, "Lola?" Charlie tittered.

"Hi..." She cleared her throat. "May I?"

After a nod, Lola walked in, closing the door behind her. Though she wasn't sure she wanted to, it was too gloomy inside. Too... Dismal.

The white light above acted like a spotlight when she stood in front of his bed, pity engulfing her face. She had no words to tell him, except for an apology which she wasn't ready to utter just yet. Her eyes fell on the vase of a selection of flowers on the nightstand beside him. By the base of it were rolled joints and a lighter.

"You're the last person I was expecting." He broke the silence with a dull voice. Laughing at her stance. He did gesture to her to sit on the chair by his bed, or perhaps on the bed, but Lola refused. "Well, besides Jungkook, of course." He laughed again, with his finger pointed at the bandages around his head. "He still hasn't apologized, by the way. What an asshole..."

"I came here to apologize in his name." Lola told him, arms crossed. "Does that make it better?"

His eyes traveled up and down her figure, head flat against his pillow. "There's a lotta things you can make better." The way his teeth bit his bottom lip made Lola want to leave the room. He was truly pompous.

"Listen-" she rolled her eyes. "I'm here to talk about homecoming... I know you know it was me."

Charlie chuckled softly, shaking his head when she looked at him with eyes drenched in worry. "Right."

"I heard you and your friend talk about Anna-" her hands went up immediately, almost as if in protest. "but that doesn't mean I'm gonna tell anyone! So just... Leave me be, and I'll leave you be."

"I believe you." He assured, brows drawn together, lips puckered. Charlie took a deep breath, licked his lips, and stretched a smile. "Although, I don't really wanna leave you be."

"What does that mean?"

"D'you two break up?" He ignored her question, gave her another one to answer instead. He was quick. Like in those lectures. One of those people who confused fast articulation with knowledge.

She shrugged. "Answer my question."

"You answer mine." His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, the tips of his teeth showing. Charlie was a man through and through. Everything Lola despised in the male species, it was bottled in him.

She sighed, groaning towards the ceiling. "I broke up with him, yes."

"'Cause of Margot, right?" He nodded even before she could answer. There it was. That cocky nature of his. "Can't blame you. I'd be jealous too."

"I'm not jealous-"

"Right." He cut her off with a cackle. "And I'm not white."

Certainly, he knew how to rile her up. "Back to my point." Sighing once again, "There's no reason for you to mess with me. I heard you talk about Anna, but I don't care if you knew her-"

"Then why'd you run away?" He cut her off again. Another one of his questions he believed to be a gotcha moment. "If it didn't matter if I knew Anna, why'd you run away in panic?"

"Because I was scared...?" Lola shrugged. "I don't know! I was stressed! Didn't know what to do." There was an agonizing silence slicing their conversation into chunks every time she took a minute to inhale deeply. "I mean..." She started again, hesitation more prominent in her voice now. "It's not like... You actually killed her... Right?"

She couldn't quite read the smirk on his face. Didn't know what it meant. What it represented. "What do you think?" He asked.

"What do you want me to think?" She retorted.

"I want you to think back to the Criminology lecture. Remember what I said? Yeah. My opinions or murder are very clear." Charlie had a way with words. Maybe it was the reason Lola hated him as much as she did. He had a mouth on him, one that said everything she was tired of hearing. His own ego gave him a boost.

"So..." She raised a brow. "You didn't kill her?"

"Do you think I'd wanna spend the rest of my life in jail?"

"Stop answering my questions with more questions!" She snapped. Charlie had seen it coming, though. Lola wasn't hard to crack. In fact, she was an easy target for him. To Charlie, she was one of the many girls he knew how to push, and he did it relentlessly. Stuttering her way into another question, "Why were you scared I heard you, then?!" Lola cocked a brow.

Easy. He thought. "Again... Do you think I'd wanna spend the rest of my life in jail?" Charlie helped prop himself up, securing a pillow on his lower back. Grunts and groans spilling out of his lips as he'd survived a car crash. "Who knows what the media could accuse me of if they find out I was friends with her."

"You weren't friends..." Lola scorned.

"Which, arguably, makes it worse!" Charlie pointed. "Think about it! I met her through my dealer, drunk-fucked her once, I was one of the last people she saw, too. That makes me the perfect suspect, don't you think? Who knows what rumours women would spread about me. No offense, but you females love to blame things on men all the fucking time."

Oh fuck this guy. Lola controlled her breathing, her arms crossing tighter in front of her chest, just like her teeth gritting forcefully. "See, this is the problem." She scoffed. "You just hate women so much, you're always looking for something to be bothered by. Trust me, women are too busy trying to survive to focus on Charlie Conner and his fragile masculinity!"

"Trying to survive what?" He laughed hard. Head thrown back, making a mockery out of her words, wanting to humiliate her. "Standing in line for a Matcha Latte and a bagel with cream cheese?! Get real... You women are making life harder for yourselves."

Lola was at a point where steam would've come out of her ears, had she been a cartoon character. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "Right, because rapes never happen on college campuses."

"I'm not saying they don't happen-"

"So why were you and your friend trying to kidnap meon homecoming...?" The question she'd been meaning to ask this entire time. It escaped her. Lola raised a brow, and took a step closer to lean down, watching his face with intimidation. "I was fatigued, but my friends told me about it. What were you planning to do?" She whispered the last part.

To which Charlie laughed again. He tried making her feel small, and silly. There was nothing he hated more than a woman talking back to him. Even the audacity she seemed to be carrying, it made him want to beat Lola to a pulp. Clearing his throat, "Don't act like you don't know..." He scoffed. "We were just trying to talk to you, you were the one that ran away."

"That's all?" She leaned in closer. "You think I'll believe that? Two college boys, alone with an unconscious girl... If it wasn't for Jungkook, I would've been ra-"

"Thanks to your saviour Jungkook!" He chortled. His hysteria echoing through the room, bouncing off the walls and ringing inside Lola's throbbing head. "Right! Because I would've totally raped you if it wasn't for your hero, Jeon fucking Jungkook!" Charlie reached up to hold her by the collar, ignoring her gasp, and attempts to free herself from his grip. He pulled her down, until he was able to whisper with rage. "You know what, bitch? Your hero could've fucking kill me!" His free finger pointed to his head, little blood soaked through the bandages. "And all he got as a punishment was a week-long expulsion!"

She had managed to smack his strong hand away. Immediately tumbling back, subtle fear weaved within the opal of her widened eyes. Lola pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. She wasn't thinking right. Anger was at the forefront, when it should've been horror. Her nose flared, face turning red. "Well, maybe he should've fucking killed you! We would've been dealing with one less rapist!"

And thus, Lola had made her way out the room, while after her, Charlie spewed in raw and bottomless anger: "I wasn't gonna rape you! But you know what?! Better sleep with one eye open now, bitch!"

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"Fuck." He hissed. "Dolores... Fuck." Eyes shut tight, growls echoing in the humid gloom of his car. Jungkook's head was thrown back, belt undone, and lips parted to allow cusses to spill out like a waterfall.

'Billie Bossa Nova' by Billie Eilish had been playing at a low volume on the radio. He pumped once, and again, until he felt himself throb in his cold hand. His thumb played with the tip of his cock, imagining Lola's fingers instead. His were larger, longer, though he made do with what he could. Whimpering at the though of her, "Fuck, baby." he fastened his pace. Up and down as his hand squeezed tighter around his throbbing shaft. Ideally, he would prefer her pretty praises whispered in his ear, though she wasn't there... Or at least not yet.

A little help from Jimin and Hoseok -who were now back at the dorm-, they had decorated the scenery as best as they could. A blanket thrown over the bench, candles secured in the ground between grass and pretty little daisies, as well as seven balloons spelling out 'I'm sorry' by the trees. Surely, Margot would have done a better job, though there was still no sign of her. She hadn't been answering any of his calls. Jungkook had started to believe that she must've went back to Queens, like everyone around him told him.

When he felt himself throb more, he jerked quicker, harsher. Veins popping along his shaft, he was close. Whimpering sinful nothings into the acoustics of his car, "Fuck." he moaned, before cumming in his hand.

The aftermath was always the same with him, especially when he had nowhere to wash his hands. Jungkook wiped himself off with a tissue, buckling his belt again. Breathless, "Fuck me." his chest heaved.

It wasn't the first time he jerked off to Lola since homecoming. In fact, he'd been doing it every day. Some days even more than once. Through the course of it, Jungkook learned one thing about himself. He was insanely infatuated by Lola.... Aroused.

He stepped out of his car to take in the fresh air. A cold breeze blowing past him, jostling his hair left and right. He waited. It was almost eight. Some voice in the back of his mind had been putting him down every since he'd asked Destiny for help. He told himself Lola would show up, but... Now he was conflicted.

Leaned against the rear of his Benz, Jungkook drew out a cigarette out of its box, bringing it between his lips before lighting it. The sun had settled by the horizon, and the moon was preparing to shine upon the entire city. In his head, sentences were built and words were stringed together, reciting his apology all over again. He hoped the words he had were the same ones Lola would want to hear, because those were all.

As the moon rose, and Jungkook's cigarette shrunk in size, he yawned into the night sky. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours... Two hours... Three hours... And four hours.

His lips had been pressed into a thin line, head nodding in a dismal manner. He clicked his tongue. Nose frozen, lips chattering, he sighed.

Lola didn't come.

She ain't coming...

Poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, he pulled out his vibrating phone. When he placed it against his ear, he was immediately bombarded with a plethora of questions, wich weren't of any help.

"Did she show up?" Jimin sat comfortable, snuggled into Yoongi, phone against his ear, and one leg thrown over the other. He found the question unnecessary, because to him, she had to have showed up. Four hours since he'd been at the lakeside? The must've made up. Jimin though, and thus smirked at the other boys waiting curiously when he questioned the younger on the other end of the line, though his smirk didn't last so long when he heard a sigh for an answer. "Jungkook?"

"She didn't fuckin' show up." The words felt like needles through his phone's speakers. Jimin's heart ached for Jungkook. The pain was prominent in his voice. "She didn't show up..."

"Jungko-" before Jimin could get another word in, the call had been ended. Brows knitted above his doe-eyes, Jimin looked up at the rest with a pout. Shaking his head, "She didn't go." he sighed.

Immediately, Jin nodded. "Why should she?" He pointed, broad shoulders shrugging as he sat down on the couch, next to Namjoon, who'd been silent the entire time. "He broke her heart and she's breaking his."

"I've never seen him do anything like that before, though." Hoseok commented.

Which Yoongi seemed to agree with. "Right." He nodded. "He's never apologized to a girl, let alone set up a whole date for it."

The dorm room fell silent for a split second. Only the smack of Jin's lips, before he asked: "So, we're all thinking the same thing?"

Eyes turning to him, the rest of the boys came to a silent agreement. All of them opening their mouths in sync, to say the investable. "He's in love."

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