THERE WAS JUST something about girls in fancy dress that really got Jungkook weak at the knees.

He didn't care if they were slutty nurses or sexy explorers, - even a nun, for christs sake - there was just something about the confidence that came with pretending to be someone else that he drank up. The outfits themselves, yeah they were hot, but it was the attitude that got him.

Tonight was the perfect combination. He'd already counted 4 girls in leopard print and another handful as indistinguishable feline varieties.

The girl who was hanging off him now was one of those. He thought she may have been angling for a jaguar, but he couldn't really tell. She had introduced herself but Jungkook hadn't been listening.

Truthfully, he'd only come tonight in a bid to get his mind off Neva. 

From the early hours when he had tucked her up in bed, and to dreams that had plagued his imagination throughout the night, to the look on her face in the campus cafe, he was entirely consumed by her.

It wasn't like he desperately wanted to see her or anything like that, he was just apprehensive of a bust-up again.

He knew she had fight in her and that he would be prime enemy number one. Jungkook was never one to back down from a fight, but she was like a broken record to him. He was bored with it.

Therefore, it seemed ironic to Jimin that Jungkook would choose to go to a party that he knew she'd be attending. 

Detaching himself from his current squeeze, Jungkook made his way through the party to grab another drink and see if there were any new faces that could excite him a little bit more than the girls he had already met.

"Oi, 'Kook," he heard his name being called by a deep voice across the room, bellowing louder than the music. He glanced behind him, only to be greeted with the sight of Tae holding two beers, one close to his chest, the other being offered to him. "How's it going?"

Jungkook took a sip from the fresh bottle, letting a sharp 'ah' escape his lips afterwards, having downed more than he had anticipated or his lungs could take. "Yeah good, man."

"You seen Neva?" 

So that was why he wanted to speak with Jungkook. Perhaps he just got a rise out of rattling people or perhaps he was genuinely interested in her, either way, he knew how to get on the wrong side of Jungkook.

"Nope," he simply shrugged, feigning disinterest. "You?"

"Nah, but look, I get it, you're Jimin's roommate and she's your ex. I don't want drama," Tae admitted candidly. He was a boys boy and liked to stick to 'bro-code'.

"It's cool, she ain't mine," Jungkook said flippantly, nearly half finished with his drink already. He began to look around for another one.

"So we're cool if I see her tonight then?"

No, no we're fucking not.

"Sure," Jungkook smiled, ignoring the voice in the back of his head. "Finders keepers?"

It was a strange way to talk about a girl, but Jungkook didn't want to write himself off yet. If he could find her first, then he might be able to find a way to keep her away from Tae. 

The look on her face at the cafe earlier had been hard to shake, and he wanted to talk to her and make sure she wasn't still angry. He knew she would be. He didn't think she'd ever stop being furious with him. Not that he didn't deserve it.

Perhaps that was it, perhaps he was just so starved of contact with her that he needed anything, even an argument, to feel like he could breathe again.

"Finders keepers," Tae nodded, clinking his bottle with Jungkook's. 

Game on.

"Wanker," Jungkook cursed under his breath as he watched his competition walk away.

Not that he was competing for Neva. He didn't want Neva, dammit, he just didn't want Tae to have her.

"Get a grip, man," he muttered to himself, before prizing the cap of a fresh beer off with his teeth.

"You are an animal," Jimin mused in bewilderment as he watched Jungkook spit the cap straight into the sink with a clang.

"Good job we're at a Zoo party then, isn't it?" He grinned, finally starting to get back into the party spirit. Three more of these and he wouldn't even be able to remember her name, he was sure of it.

Though his academics had improved considerably over the past year, common sense still seemed to evade him.

It would take at least six.