Serendipity

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Jungkook strangely greeted you with a kiss on the cheek before pulling you and Yoongi gently through his apartment door.

His abode was a mess with shitty Halloween decorations abandoned in the corner and loosely hung Halloween banners cello taped onto the freshly painted white walls.

"So," Jungkook stammered awkwardly, greeting Yoongi with a hug. "What do you guys think of the place? I thought a cliche Halloween could be cool, it's fun and easy."

"Um..." You aren't sure whether to laugh or cry at Jungkook's attempt to decorate his apartment. "No offense but full offense, Jungkook your decor looks cheap. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were hosting the September Halloween Party Hoseok's been vlogging about? I could've helped you decorate?"

"What's wrong with it?" Jungkook stammers, frowning like a hurt child. Truth is, he spent 7 hours cleaning and locking things away, putting up the fake spider webs and printing out John Cena memes. He thought he did a good job. "I didn't think I'd be hosting it here of all places, I thought Hoseok was going to let me use his flat!"

"Obviously, you've never been to one of his parties. He never hosts it at his own flat, he still lives with his dad," Yoongi chuckles beside you. "You're an idiot, Jungkook."

"What am I going to do then? Party starts officially in three hours?"

Yoongi sighs. "Should've called us earlier, mate."

"Y/N," Leaning forward, Jungkook holds your hand. "What do I do? I need to make the party epic."

You shrug him off you. "What for?"

"Social acceptance?"

Pushing past you, Yoongi pulls open the bottom drawer in Jungkook's kitchen. "Jungkook, I'm using all of your black rubbish bags."

"What for?"

Throwing you the duct tape, which you only just catch between your cold fingers, he pads across the room to start hanging up the big black rubbish bags on the wall. "I'm covering your shitty walls with rubbish bags. We need to make the room dark. Both of you rats, go to the supermarket and get more BLACK rubbish bags and fairy lights and newspapers. All of your ceiling and walls need to be covered."

"What do you plan on doing?" you ask.

"My vision is this place will be dark as fuck and putting rubbish bags on the walls will save the whole 'marking up the walls bullshit'. Fairy lights will hang off the walls and Jungkook's decorations will be utilised to hide his shitty memes."

"They aren't shitty?"

"I don't care, go to the shops and get my shit."

Before anyone can respond to Yoongi's request, Hoseok, who hadn't even bothered to respond to Jungkook's messages 4 hours ago, made his entrance through the front door wearing cat ears and fairy wings over a bare chest and suit pants. "What's up bitches, ready to get your party on?" He turns to you, winking as you gape at Hoseoks third nipple, "Staring at something you want babe?"

You roll your eyes, making your disgust known. "Absolutely not. What are you?"

He looks down at himself. "Well obviously, I am a guardian angel. The cat ears are for the girls who can't put the dots together."

"Well," you look back to Jungkook. "Nothing makes sense in the world. Yoongi, your friend looks like a conch with a cocaine addiction and we should go."

"Who's the bird? She's rocking the virgin nun look well by the way, love the costume. Suits you well, gorgeous."

"She's not wearing anything..." Yoongi stammers, looking at your white-collared black dress. "...wait, you mean shit. That's her normal clothes!"

"Jesus," Pulling Jungkook to your side, you frown at the boy, gesturing for him to stop with your hands before anything further can be said. "Jungkook and I are gonna to do some last minute shopping. Don't destroy anything while we're gone."

"She's smart," Hoseok picks off a smiling spider drawing off the wall as he laughs awkwardly. "Aha ...no promises."

"Pick up all the food while you're there!" Yoongi snaps as Jungkook opens the front door. "Remember the kumara crisps!"

"Fuck off Yoongi, if you want some, pay for them yourself," Jungkook puts his hands on your shoulders, pushing you through the door frame. "Who's organizing this? Me or him? He thinks he can walk into my apartment and start taping shit on my wall?"

You roll your eyes. "It's Min Yoongi, of course, he can."