📲 Bsf!Seventeen drunkenly confessing to you | '97 LINE
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“Since when did these parties get so fucking boring?” The guys voice could barely be heard over the music that blasted through the Kappa Omega Phi house. It thumped loud enough to shake the floors, vibrating into the bodies that were packed shoulder-to-shoulder across every inch of the lower rooms. It was a banging party. A Jackson Wang party, so it has to be great.
But there was something off.
At least, to the men upstairs, it was.
Tucked away in a half-lit lounge that overlooked the chaos of the overtaken frat house, the energy wasn’t what it used to be. The boys of ‘97 sat scattered across couches and armrests, drinks in hand, boredom written plainly across their faces.
It didn’t make sense. This was their scene, this has always been their scene! But something about it just wasn’t hitting the same anymore.
Freshman year for them had been reckless. It was new and fresh, the invigorating experience of being away from home and doing absolutely whatever they wanted lit a fire under them like no other. The high from then was damn near addicting.
Now?
It was just predictable. The routine of college has become so used to them now, and school was getting a bit difficult. Oh, how they missed freshman year.
“Like, is it just me?” BamBam started again when he reached no a set to his previous question. He leaned back with his glass dangling loosely from his fingers. “Or is this all so…mid?”
Mingyu snorted from beside him. “It’s not just you.” He muttered, holding his chin up with his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the couch.
Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just stared out over the railing that he helps himself up with, jaw set, fingers tapping absently against his cup. Even Jaehyun, who usually thrived in rooms like this, looked unimpressed as he stood next to him, gaze drifting more than it lingered on the bodies below.
Behind them, Minghao and Eunwoo sat quietly at the far end of the room at a home desk, observing their friends. DK sighed dramatically, flopping back into the other couch like the life had been sucked out of him, while Yugyeom kicked lazily at the leg of the table.
“Nothing hits the same anymore.” Yugyeom mumbled. “Same music, same people, the same games.”
“Yeah,” DK added. “It’s all, meet girl, talk, flirt, smash. Then you have this petty, cat and mouse back and forth for a week to two months before it’s onto the next. Like…what’s next?” He huffed.
“Sophomore year practically just started.” Minghao mumbled, eye housing between the unusually dejected men.
“Yeah, and it’s still ass compared to the first week of freshman year.” Jaehyun said before taking a gulp from his glass.
As if summoned by the somber mood, a voice cut through the atmosphere of the supports lounge.
“What’s with the funeral faces?”
They didn’t even have to look to know who it was.
Jackson Wang, vice president of Kappa Omega Phi,
stopped at the sight of the familiar that were unusually downtrodden. His effortlessly confident stride halted, standing in the runways that separated the lounge and the balcony with one arm draped around a girl who clung to him.
He took one look at them and frowned.
“Seriously, this is my party.” He said, gesturing vaguely toward the noise below. “You can’t be running the vibes with your sad moods. At least pretend to enjoy yourselves.” He quipped, hoping to see a reaction from any of them.
But none of them bit. Not a one.
Jackson blinked. Then, with a small scoff, he gently peeled the girl off his arm, murmuring something low to her. She pouted, but left without protest, moving in the opposite direction of the rooms they were headed to and back down stairs.
“…Okay,” He said, stepping further into the room. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Jaehyun answered easily, though the lack of conviction gave him away.
Jackson’s eyes narrowed, gaze whiting through the room. “Okay, I just sent away a hot piece of ass, so I’m gonna need you guys to be straight with me.” He said firmly.
Yugyeom sighed. “It’s..stupid, hyung.” He said, but at the look Jackson was giving him, plus him being his fraternity vice president and all, he caved. “We’re…bored. This party, is boring, everything is boring.” He stated before giving the man a sheepish smile. “Sorry, hyung, it being your party and all.” He mumbled.
Jackson blinked at him, silent as he observed the underclassmen before him, arms crossed. He blinked again, something shifting in his expression this time. Amusement and recognition.
“Ah,” He said. “You’re bored.” His tone was more chipper than before, and he rocked on the balls of his feet as his eyes swept over them. “Okay, yeah.” He sighed.
The room was still silent, but a few glances of confusion were exchanged between the younger crowed.
Jackson huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You guys are so unbelievable.” He chuckled. “This is just the typical sophomore blues, you guys don’t even know how good you have it.”
“It doesn’t feel good.” Junkook chimed in, finally turning around from the balcony to face the man, whose back was to him before Jackson turned around. “This year is bleak. I mean, I thought Hawthorne was supposed to be this killer party school with good classes. So far, the parties have been whack—sorry hyung—and school is starting to kick my ass.”
“Yeah, I have to agree.” Jaehyun chimed in. “I wouldn’t have went to collage if i knew it was gonna be like this.” His words caused some of the boys to cut their eyes at him, brows furrowed.
“That’s…sad.” Eunwoo stated.
“Yeah, bro.” Mingyu added, causing Jaehyun to scoff. “You guys know what I mean, I wouldn’t have went to Hawthorne. I would have went to, I don’t know, Crestmont or Sterling or something.” He said.
“Can’t you fix it, hyung.” BamBam shot back to Jackson, raising a brow. “Since you’re so old and wise and you’ve been here for so long.” The Thai man couldn’t stop himself from joking, a small smile emerging on his face. Yugyeom chuckled along with him, making fun of their vice president to ease their boredom. He then looked over at the man, who held a glare as he looked between them.
“You can’t get angry, hyung, we’re not pledges anymore.” He defended himself.
“Yeah, and remember that ‘hyung’ part when you’re begging for my help.” He snipped, turning away from them and walking over to the balcony, looking down at the party happening beneath them.
He was contemplating. Thinking of ways he could he help out his frat brothers and their friends, but also mulling over the fact that maybe he was losing his spark. Was his party lame? And boring? Jackson has never been called boring, him or his parties. They were far from boring, he had thrown parties that were gonna be talked about for years, parties that will go down in Hawthorne history.
But he’s been doing this for years, so maybe it was time for a change. But how can one upstage themselves?
Caught up in his mulling as he observed the party below, his eyes snagged onto a familiar head of hair in the crowd. He knew that head of hair. His heart skipped a beat at the sight, but settled when he saw the girl turn around, beaming at someone she knew. He knew that smile as well. Everything about her was all too familiar.
Jackson then tilted his head, considering as his memories rushed back to him.
“…You ever hear about courting the castle?” He asked, still facing away from them.
That got their attention.
Minghao’s eyes flicked up from his phone, while Jungkook’s tapping against the railing stilled. Even DK lifted his head from his lounge against the sofa.
“The what?” Yugyeom asked.
Jackson grinned, slow and knowingly as he turned to face them.
“It’s an old tradition.” He said, leaning back against the banister. He then quickly cut his eyes to BamBam and Yugyeom, holding a finger up to them. “Don’t even.” He said firmly, watching as the boys stifled a grin as he turned back to the conversation. “It’s dead now. Been dead for years, even when I was a freshman.”
“Clearly,” Jaehyun muttered. “Since none of us have heard of it.”
Jackson ignored him. “Back in that day,” he continued, simply shaking his head when BamBam and Yugyeom choked trying to hold in their laughter. “The frats and sororities would compete. It was a quiet completion between them to see who could get to the dean’s kid first.”
Mingyu blinked. “Get to…?”
“Date them. Hook up with them. Make them fall for you—whatever came first,” Jackson shrugged. “The winner got bragging rights, a reputation, sometimes there was even money. The whole campus talked about it, they loved knowing who the deans kid was sleeping with for some reason.”
“…That’s insane,” DK said, half-laughing.
“Yeah,” Jungkook added flatly. “And weird.”
Jackson smirked. “You say that now until you’re rubbing elbows with the dean and his fellows at their private ski resort. Or sailing the Nile for the spring break. Hell, trialing the through the Caribbean’s for the summer.” He listed enthusiastically.
“Yeah, but that’s what we have Eunwoo for.” Mingyu stated, causing the others to chuckle. “Perks of being friends with the richest kid in school and all.” He said, looking over at said boy, who threw a middle finger his way.
BamBam leaned forward slightly, interest piqued despite himself. “If it was such a big thing, why’d it stop?”
For a split second, Jackson hesitated, his gaze drifting down. “…Didn’t end well,” He said vaguely. “The girl found out. Whole thing blew up.”
“Then why bring it up?” BamBam pressed.
Jackson didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned back around, looking into the crowd below and spotting that familiar smile again. “…Because now,” Jackson said softly, almost to himself. ”There’s finally someone worth playing for.”
Jungkook and Jaehyun followed his line of sight, eyes landing on you.
Downstairs, in the middle of it all. Mini skirt, heels, and a tight top that caught the light every time you moved. A small glass tipped back in your hand as you threw back a shot, face scrunching for a second before you broke into a grin, laughter spilling out of you as the girls around you cheered.
The other boys stood up from their seats at the silence of the two, all moving to stand near the rails, looking down at the sight their eyes were on.
“That,” Jackson continued, glancing back at them with a slow, deliberate smile before he nodded toward you. “Is the dean’s daughter.”
You were easy to miss if you didn’t know what you were looking for.
But impossible to ignore once you did.
You grabbed one of your friend’s hands, pulling her through the crowd with a carefree kind of confidence, full of movement as you weaved through bodies until you spotted someone.
And they watched as your face lit up.
You threw your arms open and practically skipped forward, colliding into a guy with a short bleached hair, letting out a bright and excited laugh. The two of you bounced in place like it had been years since you’d last seen each other. The guy grinned at you, hands traveling to on your hips when you pulled away.
But that didn’t stop the men upstairs from their interest being piqued.
For anyone interested in Korean military etiquette, the reason is that even though JK has been discharged, as a reservist he retains his rank, so he still outranks Eunwoo.
Korean military etiquette requires that Eunwoo salute anyone of a higher rank than him, in any situation. Although he didn't need to do that for the tiktok, he's making a point of showing his respect for JK as a fellow soldier.
The lower ranking solder initiates by saluting first and they have to hold the salute until the senior soldier acknowledges it by returning the salute (or if they don't acknowledge it, until they have left).
It's customary for the junior to be enthusiastic and for the senior to be blasé. Hence the slower response from JK, and his salute being kinda cursory.
And JK walking away while Eunwoo is still holding the salute.... typical cheeky JK 😏
Including the salute just shows how embedded military culture is in Korean society, and how intensely the experience affects those who serve. (Jimin saluted Jin at the Encore concert too, completely unnecessarily)
And before anyone rages at the Korean government about sending young men off to the army, did you know that conscription of Korean soldiers is a requirement of the US military? It's a condition of the US maintaining a military base in Korea.
I have been telling,Mingyu🐶 already knows his enlistment date he is gonna leave before DK reason y his schedule is soo packed more than usual and y he is clingy to boo & coups he is taking it all in
