BOYS AND THEIR RATING SYSTEM!

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Lola had opened the uber door to J Lo's Jenny from the Block blasting through the speakers. Her jaw hit the floor at the sight of a tall, and elegant house. Or better yet, mansion. It could only be described as so.

Perhaps the greatest architectural invention, at least in Lola's opinion, a water fountain separated the driveway into two paths decorated with pebbles.

Though of course, since this was a college party, there were shitfaced students pretending to be fish in the water.

"This is Namjoon's house?"

"God no!" Destiny held her chest dramatically. The three linked their arms and walked the pebbled path, which their heels dipped in and out of. "That fuck-face woulda been intolerable if he was rich."

"He already is intolerable." Lola pointed. As they squeezed past drunk adolescents slurring the words to sped up versions of popular songs. "So, who's place is it then?"

They were led through the large hallway, which connected to the even larger living room by three small steps.

"Seokjin!" Giselle and Destiny squealed in sync.

Kim Seokjin. Lola had been told about him by Giselle, who mainly referred to him as world wide handsome. Although Lola had never met him, she had seen pictures and dear god...

She too, had been captivated, like the rest of college.

Seokjin wasn't like Namjoon or Jungkook. That's what Giselle had said, at least. According to her, their personality ranking started with Seokjin as the best of the seven, and ended with Namjoon as the worst.

To Lola, it only sounded like Giselle was trying really hard to give herself the ick about Namjoon.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and regretted not wearing her lenses. She regretted many other things, like not straightening her hair.

The three took a seat by the bar. "Holy!" Lola sat with her mouth agape, and strobes of light reflected on her emerald eyes widening by the second. "I didn't think there'd be alcohol..."

"Girl..." Destiny ordered three Mojitos, setting her purse down on the bar counter. "Be grateful! You'll never be able to go to another college party like this."

By this, Destiny had meant the elegance. She was right. No college party had been held in a mansion, between large walls engraved with gold detailing. Granted, no college party had been held in a mansion so grand, it welcomed you through two columns at the front door.

"Yes!" Giselle agreed. "Seokjin only allows these parties once a year when his parents are on their annual trip to Dubai!"

Their drinks had arrived, and Destiny's lips immediately closed around the straw.

"Lols?" Giselle asked, loud enough over the headache-inducing music. "You okay?"

It wasn't Lola's first time drinking alcohol, but her stomach was bubbling already. Be it from the butterflies flapping their wings inside her stomach, or the shivers slowly creeping up her legs.

Lola knew exactly what this feeling was. She nodded and chose to drown her nerves in minty rum.

Behind them chimed a familiarly deep voice belonging to a certain dimpled boy rocking a buzz cut, and military green cargo pants. "Look who it is! Miss Destiny Dixon! You still lesbian?!"

Not only was he clearly drunk, he was also audibly drunk. The words sounded almost incoherent, spilling haphazardly out of his mouth.

At this moment, Lola envied the people in the water fountain. Being shitfaced sounded far better than listening to a blabbering man. Especially if that man was Kim Namjoon.

"Please stay away from me." Destiny grinned widely, eyelids fluttering in annoyance as she returned back to sipping on her Mojito.

And for the same reason Lola was, too.

Namjoon downed a Whiskey Sour which he grabbed off the platter of a waiter passing by.

"Yo Gi!" He yelled over the music, "You seen your sister?"

The blondie had frozen in her seat. Each day, Giselle was reminded again and again, of the fact that she is not the blondie Namjoon is looking for. Yet, here she was melting over the way he spoke her name. "I thought she'd be here already! Did you two fight again?"

"I didn't fight!" He raised his hands in defense. "She just got batshit crazy and started yellin' outta nowhere!"

Giselle knew he was lying. Everybody knew.

Namjoon wasn't loyal, and this wasn't the first time he had cheated on Emma... Nor would it be the last time.

Times like these were when Giselle loathed him for everything he put her twin sister through. Yet nothing was enough for her to let him go, and the truth birthed moths in her stomach. Angry moths that were eating her from the inside out, slowly, but surely.

"She's supposed to be your girlfriend!" Giselle slid off her stool. "So go and talk to her yourself!" And stormed off into the living room to sit with her other friends.

Namjoon watched her leave with bafflement. "Damn... The fuck's wrong with her?"

Lola's blood was at the point of boiling, and fumes were close to coming out of her ears. "There's nothing wrong with her." She slammed her palms on the bar counter and stood drunk on her fake red bottoms. She stepped closer and dug her pointer finger right in the middle of his chest. "There's just a lot wrong with you."

Her eyes closed and opened, very slowly.

Already sensing the growing tension between the two, Destiny stretched her arm through the thickening air in between their heaving chests, and called for Jungkook who she had spotted out the corner of her eye.

"Lola bunny!" He approached them with open arms, throwing one around Lola's shoulders. "You came!"

He too, was on the brink of a serious hangover.

"Did everyone drink like a gallon, or am I the only one with a high alcohol tolerance?" Destiny questioned, though her attempt at easing the tension was to no avail.

Lola shoved Jungkook's arm angrily, scorning in the process. "Don't touch me! And don't call me bunny!"

"Chill!" Jungkook giggled. High pitched, teeth showing. It must've been from being under the influence, but Lola couldn't stop looking up at him. He looked... He looked good. The way he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, while essentially eating her with his eyes. Not only was he eating, he was swallowing, and licking the plate. Especially where her black dress ended, barely at her thighs, as well as at the -split- ends of her red curls delicately sitting upon her collarbones. "You look fine as hell."

Even the sped up version of Eminem's Superman wasn't enough to unhear what he had just said, or the way he said it, too.

He made her feel naked. Lola gulped, and her throat had never felt so dry in her life. She shrugged, hoping it looked as nonchalant as she planned in her head, and took a step to the side to leave space. The warmth coming off of his tattooed bicep was enough, Lola couldn't handle any more of it.

"Nah bro!" Namjoon broke the sensual air by clicking his tongue disagreeingly. "She like a three at best!"

Blood. It had started to boil again. For a while, it was only simmering, yet now it was bubbling under her skin, which she felt like ripping off. It felt hot, scorching, almost. Lola's neck sizzled with fury.

Wasting no time, and maybe a little subconsciously, Lola raised her arm and smacked Namjoon across his smug face. "Your mom's a three!"

Her heeled feet kicked the empty air when Jungkook swept her off her feet. Arms around her waist, he took her away from Namjoon and placed her back down. Destiny ran around the tumbled boy, helping Lola stand back on her drunk feet.

Once Namjoon stopped feeling the sting, he lunged forward, completely unleashed, and threw punches sporadically. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

"Hyung! Chill!" Jungkook pushed him back, into a group of drunks who were trying their best to keep him from getting any closer to Lola. "You ain't gon' hit a girl, is you?"

The students around watched the commotion like a movie. Some gossiped in whispers, while others filmed in hopes of more physical violence.

"That bitch hit me first!" Namjoon roared. "Nah bring that lil' bird here! Imma punch that ugly ass face!"

It took around five people to hold Namjoon back, while it only took one for Lola. That person was Destiny, helplessly trying to drag her outside.

Lola held her glasses against her face, while struggling to barely poke her head above Jungkook's broad shoulder. "Call me a bitch again! See what happens!" She roared back.

"Ayo chill!" Jungkook held her by the shoulders, and amidst all the chaos, "Yo get her outside!" He yelled at Destiny.

"The fuck it look like I'm doing?!" The pierced girl yelled back. "Lola come on girl! He ain't worth your time!"

Pure turmoil. It was everything occupying Lola's mind at the moment. It was on fire, and her curls had turned into angry flames. Another thing Lola regretted; not getting her nails done so she could stab them in the sockets of Namjoon's eyes.

Anger had fallen in front of Namjoon's eyes in the form of a curtain, and in Lola's stomach in the form of a sharp pocket knife. The only difference was, Lola could only think of hurting him, while Namjoon had the potential to go through with it.

Slowly, but surely, Destiny dragged Lola closer to the door. Pushing people aside to get a breath of fresh air. In the distance, vague chatters were still heard.

"Damn girl!" Destiny let out a deep sigh. "A lil' sip got you going all crazy in there!"

"It's not the alcohol!" Lola snapped her brows together. "It's the way I cannot stand that asshole!"

Destiny rubbed the redhead's back, commanding her to breathe in and out until her chest stopped heaving frantically.

Lola had her fingers tangled in her tumultuous hair when Jungkook walked out to find them by the left column. "Damn shawty!" He flicked the wisp of hair sticking out the top of her head. "You got a slapping kink?"

Having just simmered down, Lola tried her best to keep it that way. She shut her eyes tightly, and took in a long, deep breath. "Excuse me?"

"You slappin' errbody left 'n right. I just thought you might be into that kinda shit."

Lola turned to Destiny, utterly perplexed by the audacity gushing out of him.

"Jungkook can you fucking leave her alone?" Destiny stepped in, as she was used to his conceited remarks.

"Shit, just tryna lighten the mood."

"How about signing your stupid friend and yourself up for group therapy instead?!" Lola snapped, hands cupping her own face in distress. "You two clearly have issues!"

"Boys can't just go to therapy and be fixed." Jungkook laughed as he made sloppy finger quotes. "It's like a male thing, y'know. We're naturally more angry than yall."

The two girls looked at each other in disgust. Destiny rolled her eyes and mouthed; "Ignore him."

Meanwhile, Jungkook had reached into the back pocket of his black jeans, drawing out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and held it up for Lola. "Take a lil' puff. It helps to calm you down."

She hesitated, but ultimately grabbed the butt and placed it between her lips before taking a long puff in. The rest blew out as smoke, taking random shapes in the cool night breeze.

Moonlight shining on their faces, the muffled sound of Sean Paul and Keyshia Cole's Give It Up To Me, Destiny's teeth chattering from the cold, and the water splashing in the fountain were some of the things Lola still liked about that night.

Another thing had quickly been added to the list when she looked up and saw him smiling at her.

His brown eyes usually resembled muck and the trunk of a tree, but they were closer to a sandstorm that night. "It ain't your first time smokin' then?"

"I'm not two fucking years old." She scorned, rolling her eyes in the back of her head as she hugged herself tighter. She took another long puff, her cheeks sinking in, and handed the cigarette to Destiny. Who did the same, before holding it out for Jungkook. "You can't blame your lack of control over your emotions on simply being a boy, by the way."

Jungkook chuckled deeply, and under his breath. He himself didn't know why, yet his feet brought him closer to her, until there were mere inches between the two. The cold air had suddenly turned warm, and Lola convinced herself it was the cigarette sitting between his tattooed fingers.

"Want me to start blaming yall instead?" He looked down into her emerald green eyes. "Like girls blame men for everything?"

Offended, but not surprised, "Boy..." Destiny held her chest and widened her eyes in shock.

"What are you- what are you talking about?" Lola questioned. "You guys are never blamed for anything!"

Jungkook licked his lips. It seems with every breath, the space between them shrunk further. "We get blamed for the rating system."

She shivered under his towering figure. Shoulders broad, and pecks visible under his white tank. Lola caught the end of his tattoo, but didn't dare look at where it started. If she looked down, she'd never be able to look back up, and Lola couldn't afford to make him think she was a coward.

"The rating system?" She repeated back in question.

Destiny too, was curious. Standing one hand on hip.

"Mhm." He hummed and handed her the cigarette once again. His mouth formed a smirk when she took it out of his fingers. "You got mad at joon hyung for rating you a three, when you asked for it."

He enjoyed it. Clearly. Winding her up, solely for the purpose of seeing her bottom lip quiver.

Destiny gasped. "You better watch that mouth, homeboy!"

All the while, Lola stood motionless. There it was again, the shiver reaching from the tips of her toes, to the top of her head.

Jungkook plucked the cigarette out of her lips and placed it between his own. Grinning smugly around it. "Yall seriously think dressin' like this ain't gon' getchu rated?"

He pointed up and down at her attire, which admittedly was barely there, and successfully awakened the butterflies in her stomach. Their wings flapped hard enough to cut her stomach to shreds. Lola felt as though she would vomit.

Like it was default, her hand rose once again, to lay her second slap of the night, but she couldn't.

Swiftly, Jungkook grabbed her wrist with his large hand, and shook his head.

Destiny peeked through her fingers, way too overwhelmed to handle another possible commotion. "Lola, you gettin' too comfortable with them smacks, girl."

Fantasize by Ariana Grande was cranked up, and although the song was unreleased, none of the tension was. You could feel it in the air. In the way Jungkook squeezed tighter, and pulled her closer.

"I let you do that once." He pulled her close enough for his nose to occasionally touch her brow bone. "But I ain't the typa guy you wanna fuck with."

Lola's nostrils flared. She freed her hand out of his stronger one and scoffed loudly. Fingers automatically pushing her glasses up her nose.

"I can fuck you, if that's whatchu want. But I ain't play no games, Lo."

Before her suppressed feelings could burst out of her chest, Lola stormed back inside to find a bathroom in the excessively large mansion.

"You're a real dick, JK." Destiny scowled at him. She shoved him enough to make him stumble. "You know that?"

A deep chuckle spilled out of Jungkook's mouth. Head thrown back, and his forehead partly exposed under a couple strands of black hair. "I'm just being the dick she think I am."

"Nobody thinks you're a dick... Well all just know."

The night only got colder. Jungkook sniffled through his nose and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, before leaning down slightly to be eye-to-eye with her. "Look, I dunno what the fuck you and Gigi told her 'bout me, but she clearly hate me. So I ain't gon' waste my time tryna make her like me or whateva."

"And that's exactly your problem!" Destiny clapped her hands once. The corners of her lips curled up with satisfaction. "You only pretend to be good to women who wanna fuck you, but that lil' redhead's got you trippin', ain't she? You got rejected and I know it's eating you alive."

Her eyes lit up with joy as she watched Jungkook's pompous face gradually turn into an aggravated frown. Then she blew him a kiss and strutted back inside.

Thus, Jungkook had been left in a frenzy. His nostrils flared with anger. Visibly short-tempered, like he could explode at any moment, Jungkook chuckled hysterically, under his breath.

Destiny had struck a nerve.

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