A/N - I'm Jin biased and I think i let my romantic feelings for him project through this whole chapter im sorry pls let me have my yn moment too lol
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"This was a mistake."
"What?" Sora exhaled a small laugh, "Come on, silly. We're going to be late for the party!" She reached for Yoongi's arm, but he stepped back, his head shaking as he pulled his arm away and held it behind his back instead. Away from Sora's touch. Away from any part of her. "Yoongi-ah. Don't be like this. I know you have anxiety or whatever but it's a party for you and your friends, right? You can't be chickening out now." She pouted playfully at him, hands at her hips, "What? You called me all the way here so we could ride together, right? You're not even dressed yet!" Her eyes fell to Yoongi's sweatpants and hoodie ensemble, "Unless... the dress code was comfy casual." She mumbled under her breath and tried to inch her way into Yoongi's dorm, but he grabbed hold of the door before she got inside, shaking his head once more as he held the door in place,
"No." He simply muttered and pressed his lips together, struggling tolift his head and look at her, "There's no party." Yoongi's head slowly began to raise. Sharp eyes cutting into Sora while he glared at her from under his fringe "I'm not going anywhere with you." He tried hard to refrain from gritting his teeth, lips pressed tight together and a crease between his brow while Sora looked at him as if she didn't understand what he was saying,
"Stop being fucking stupid, Min Yoongi." She scoffed, eyes rolling. Feeling the pent up anger and frustration she had been feeling as of late start to bubble within her, "You're always in a shitty mood." She tutted with his lips and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "What's the issue now? You're still not over that dumb fight me and what's her name had?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her heart trembled in her chest when the flashbacks of you beating her ass came into her head.
Sora shifted from one stiletto heel to the other, arms crossing impatiently over her chest, "Just get dressed and call your driver. We're going to be late." She gave him an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes once again, digging into her coat pocket for her phone and looking at the time.
It took Yoongi one fucking month to gather the mental strength to dump Sora and he still wasn't able to do it. He avoided her. Ignored her. Pretended he was asleep when she would come knocking at his door. He did everything except straight up telling her she's crazy and he didn't want to be with her. That's all on him, though. Yoongi just wasn't the person for confrontation. It was already bad enough everyone in the group was giving him death glares for continuing to be with Sora after the fight she had with you. Rightfully so. Yoongi knew you weren't the one to blame. He just didn't know how to get away without Sora exposing his entire life or worse, the lives of his members.
Things got even worse when Mr. Bang pulled him into a private meeting the morning after the fight. Losing his shit on him for getting tangled up with a person like Sora. Yoongi reasoned that the only reason he started seeing her was because he knew Hybe had professional ties to Dispatch.
"Are you out of your mind, son?" Yoongi could remember Mr. Bang asking him, "We pay them to keep their mouths shut. And even that doesn't work." He could hear his president's voice ringing in his ears, and it made him sick to his stomach.
Fuck, Yoongi. What did you get yourself into?
It didn't matter if Hybe had agreements with Dispatch. It didn't matter how much money they offered to the company to keep everything down low. It didn't matter if Sora herself agreed to keep her lips sealed shut if she knew anything about the private lives of the members – which she didn't do, by the way. Even when Yoongi asked if she would be open to doing so. She claimed she did nothing wrong and had nothing to hide.
Deep down, she wanted everyone to know about her and Yoongi. Wanted everyone to know about Jungkook and her. Wanted the world to know about Jungkook and you too. She didn't care for Yoongi's well-being or safety. And she sure as fuck didn't give a damn about BTS or Hybe either. This just wasn't a risk Mr. Bang was willing to take.
Hybe knew the paps and their gimmicks. They could sign agreements all they wanted. But there was always one sneaky paparazzi working for them. There was always one sicko on the side selling the member's private schedules. Revealing flight information. Selling hotel stay bookings. Doing everything and more for an extra buck or two.
Mr. Bang knew the risks behind dating the heir to an entertainment news corporation that thrived on revealing scandalous dirt on idols that most of the time turned out to be not true. He wasn't going to let Yoongi be part of it so, he gave the producer two options,
Dump Sora.
Or
Dump Sora.
Sounds easy, right? Piece of cake.
"You got yourself into this. Get yourself out." Was the last thing Mr. Bang said that day to Yoongi and the ominous tone in his president's voice shook him to the core. And after that meeting, Yoongi knew there was no way he would be able to keep dating Sora anyways. That weird ass bitch.
Remember when he said he was in love? Yeah, fuck that. Fuck everything. Any and every feeling Yoongi ever had for Sora died the day she literally said she wanted to kill you. Every morsel of attraction the rapper felt for her shriveled to nothingness. And now, he was just annoyed with her existence. Wanting to end things now more than ever.
Flash forward to now. The night of the party. Yoongi felt empty. It got worse when Jungkook left. The guys threw daggers with their eyes at him every time he walked into the room because they lowkey blamed him for getting involved with Sora in the first place. Jimin tried to console him but it only felt like pity. Namjoon tried to give him advice but it felt forced. Nothing felt right anymore, and Yoongi missed his brothers more than anything in the world.
The fact that he let a psycho like Sora get between the seven of them from the start was not like Yoongi in the slightest and he realized, he handled things in all the wrong ways. He wanted to make it right. And it started with now. It started with getting rid of the problem from the root. And the root was the person standing in front of him right now.
"It's over. I called you here to give you your shit back."
Yoongi finally spat and opened the door of his dorm a bit wider, foot nudging a box of Sora's belongings towards the door, "Take it and go." He kicked the box of items out the door, and it slid harshly into a wall behind Sora, "We're over." Yoongi finally started to find his confidence again the more he announced he was done with Sora and her shit, "And don't you start your crap with me either. I don't even wanna fucking hear it." Yoongi reminded her, a glare in his eyes as he began to shut the door on her, "Just be civilized for once and leave."
Of course, Sora wasn't going to let things go that easily. Of course, she wasn't going to let Yoongi go in peace. She had to make a big deal out of it. Since when was she a civilized person?
Standing there in confusion, Sora's face contorted into one of disbelief then her eyes flashed to anger, "What... do you mean?" Sora was silent for a moment. Eyes wide and glaring at Yoongi with not a single coherent thought behind her stare, "Y... Yoongi." She said his name and he looked away quickly at the sound of her saying it, his eyes cutting into the ground under his feet while he avoided her gaze.
She continued to stare at him and then took a step forward to which he backed away from yet again. Sora didn't know the difference between personal space and respect. So, she pushed herself forward anyhow, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Sora suddenly wailed with hands at Yoongi's chest, pushing with force against him and trying to make her way into the apartment once more,
It was no use to try and get past Yoongi. He stood in the middle of the door. Arms folded across his chest. A stoic look on his face. Brows furrowed. Jaw locked and hard. Black, neck length hair tousled lightly from sleep. The locks falling over his face and giving him a moody look.
Menacing. Brooding. Dark. And gloomy.
He let Sora push and shove at him but he stood his ground. Almost losing his balance for a moment but he had prepared himself for long enough to know how Sora would react. Just as he predicted, she of course resorted to violence. As if putting her hands on him would make him change his mind. Her shoving at him this way was doing nothing but making him despise her more.
But he wouldn't lie and say it didn't hurt. His heart hurt. Everything hurt. Hurt because he couldn't believe the one person he opened his heart to ended up being a crazy fuck. Hurt because he knew a relationship he had fallen in love with turned out to be nothing but fake love.
These realizations came to Yoongi the night you and Sora fought. The night he told Sora he needed time. The night he made her leave his dorm on her own. And the night she started to plan your downfall.
He avoided her for days. Avoided everyone. Retiring to his dorm after practice. Opting out of group hang outs because he truly didn't have a social battery for it. The group thought he was pissed at Jungkook for letting you start shit with Sora. They assumed he was mad all on his own. And to be honest, he was in the beginning. Until it all came together. Until he started to realize that Sora never really wanted him.
She never wanted to know him. To know the nitty gritty. To know him down to the bone. She didn't care about Yoongi. She didn't care about BTS.
She cared about Jungkook. His dongsaeng. The youngest member of his group whom he loved and cherished as if he was his own fucking brother. How could he have been so stupid?
Jungkook just wanted to protect you. And you just wanted to protect Jungkook. And what Sora caused, is unforgivable.
"Yah. Stop acting like this." Sora gave him one final push but Yoongi's expression was unchanging. Keeping that same nonchalant face he had on while he stared at Sora. Looked her right in the eyes so she knew he wasn't joking,
"I'm serious."
"Don't say that, Yoongi. Let's go lay down and talk." Sora reasoned with her soon to be ex boyfriend, eyes up on his face that had been cold and unreadable, "Yoongi... you... you can't do this." She whispered, voice cracking, "W-What did I do?"
"What did you do?!" Yoongi's eyes flashed with anger, a small laugh starting to form in his throat.
The laugh started to progress until he was chuckling. A loud, almost maniacal laugh while he held his stomach as though he had just been told one of the funniest jokes of all time, "What did you do." He repeated, a hand in his hair, slender fingers running through the locks and brushing the disheveled mess away from his face, "You're insane." Yoongi spat, "If you're asking me what you did, you're just as brainless as I thought." He scoffed, eyeing the box he had kicked out the door behind Sora, "Take your trash and leave the premises. Don't make it harder than it is."
Sora stood there in dismay. Her eyes completely bugged out of her head and her mouth slightly gaped. She truly wasn't expecting this. She wasn't expecting nor planning for this turn of events. Wow, Min Yoongi. She thought to herself.
"So, after using me one last time yesterday, you're done. Is that right?" She questioned him and Yoongi didn't answer, slender shoulders shrugging carelessly while he pursed his lips, "Answer me, Min Yoongi."
"Nothing like that happened." He finally spoke, sensing that Sora had some sort of audio recording device on her, "You're imagining things." Yoongi stared blankly at Sora and nodded, eyes going to the pocket on the front of her coat.
Okay, maybe he was being paranoid but there was no way she was walking around without a wire on her now that would pick up any dirt she could get on anyone. He was sure she wasn't before. But after what happened with you and her? There was no way she existed without trying to make a case for having you extradited out of the country now,
Sora audibly gasped at Yoongi, her eyes instantly following his to the pocket on her coat, "Wow." She breathed out a puff of air, shaking her head in shock, "Wow. You really are something else, huh."
Yeah, he slept with her before he dumped her. Kinda scummy, I know. Sue me.
"Are we done? Can you leave before I call security?" He began to close the door but Sora boldly stuck her foot into the opening of the door. Wedging her heel into the door so that Yoongi wouldn't close it without ramming the door into her foot,
"You're a fucking dick." Sora spat out, jaw clenched tight, "An absolute pig." She suddenly started to cry, shaking her head as she took a step closer towards her boyfriend, "Look at what she did to my face, Min Yoongi! Look at me!" She shrieked, pointing to her cheek which had since healed over time. Her eye was still a bit swollen but it was nothing noticeable and Yoongi wanted to laugh in her face, "I'm going to go to the police if you don't make her apologize to me."
Yoongi started to snort. Then the snort quickly turned into another laugh. A bigger laugh this time. With his head tilting backwards and hands resting along either side of his hips, he chortled hard with laughter. Doing the kind of laugh you only heard when he was in his AGUST D persona, "HA!" Yoongi's laughter finally subsided into small chuckles instead, his head shaking as he reached up to wipe a fake tear from under his eye, "Go." He started to say, "Go to the police. I'll take you there myself so they could lock you up." He continued, "You're fucking insane. You know that?"
"You'll regret this." Sora finally spoke. Clearly defeated.
Funny and interestingly enough though, she had no tears in her eyes although she had just been "crying" a few seconds ago, "I'm going to bring all of you under. Just watch." She started to smile at Yoongi who only rolled his eyes in response,
He could only shake his head and offer his condolences. The girl was clearly out of her rightful mind. He didn't want to push it further.
Even though he knew this wasn't the end. At least it was the start of something. Not the beginning of Bangtan's downfall. But the start of the end to people like Sora who thought they had a free pass to get into BTS' business just because they had connections.
Yoongi swore on his life that he'll never let himself become down that bad again. And even though he knew this was just the beginning of the end. He was hopeful for the future. Hopeful that Hybe would be able to bring Sora to court for her insanity. A smile started to grow on his face when he visualized how lit the press conference the day after the judge found Sora guilty of being a dumb ass would be,
"Yeah. I'd like to see you try." Yoongi smiled back at her. A pretty, broad gummy smile while the hand gripping the knob to his door turned his knuckles white, "No matter what you do. Hybe will get you. We'll get you." He stated although his knees felt like they were about to buckle under him, teeth gritting as his smile fell and turned into a glare,
"I'd wish you a happy life. But I don't think I will. I don't give a fuck about what happens to you." Were Yoongi's final words to Sora. The door slamming in her face and leaving her bruised ego and box full of belongings outside of Yoongi's door.
They were over.
Finally.
The weight was lifted... Right?
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*the muffled beat to All Night Long by Thuy plays in the background*
[ ' Let me know when you're alone. Hit me up just so I know that you're ready for me...' ]
"I think these snacks are good enough for now." You said to a waitress with a smile, "Actually... Maybe a glass of water if you don't mind." You started to nod, "With ice... And a lemon wedge. Please." A cheeky smile graced your features, and you thanked the waitress as she disappeared to the kitchen, your shoulders slumping as you exhaled and leaned back in your seat, "Although a big fucking shot of whatever would be delightful right now." You spoke to yourself, digging around in your purse for your compact mirror so that you could touch up your makeup.
Lucky for you, the driver Seokjin had arranged for you arrived to pick you up early as if your prayers had been answered and you happily jumped into the van to leave. Arriving first at the party venue before anyone else. You didn't have a problem being the first person there because you just needed to leave and get out of your house before Mrs. Jeon decided to overstay her welcome.
So, there you were. Sat at a table in a corner idly while picking through a bowl of munchies you had helped yourself to from the snack bar. Eyes glancing up at the glittery purple lights cascading over the ceiling and admiring how beautifully the venue was decorated. With purple balloons and string lights hung along the interior. A huge dance floor. Self-serve tables full of food that smelled delicious. With a fully stocked, open bar too. The guest list was handpicked too. Only people that mattered were invited tonight.
That included you, of course. How could Bangtan forget their best girl?
The party planners treated you sweetly. Waiters and bottle service approaching you to see if you would like a drink or something to eat. You thought at first they were only being nice to you because you were the loner that turned up to the party before it even started but as more people arrived, you realized they were ordered to treat everyone like royalty.
Damn. Hybe knew how to put on a party, huh? It was really a big bash, but it sucked that Jungkook wasn't here to enjoy it with you. 'Oh well.' You thought, chewing on the last piece of whatever you grabbed from the snack table while eyeing the entrance doors for when your friends would enter with a straw between your teeth, drinking up the water you had asked the waitress for.
It felt like only seconds had gone by and there walked in a lethal duo. Nam-Jin.
Finally, they were here. On time like always. Early birds because Namjoon hated being tardy. Well dressed and looking like 5-star meals from the moment they graced the atmosphere with their presence.
The two group mates had such strong energy. They always looked so sure of everything even when they weren't. You suppose that was because one was the leader and the other happened to be the eldest out of seven men. They had no choice but to become the light for the others to follow.
Once you spotted Seokjin and Namjoon, you peeled yourself out of your seat and grabbed your purse, making a beeline for them and rushing up to the duo like a crazy person while politely shooing Namjoon away so that you could have a moment with the elder,
"Sorry, Joonie..." You interrupted the two gentlemen with a small huff, carefully inserting yourself between the couple the second you spotted them entering the club, giving Namjoon an apologetic smile from over your shoulder, "I need to borrow Seokjin for a quick sec." Your eyes flashed to the fluffy-haired singer, and you grabbed him by the forearm, dragging him with you to the bar without waiting for Namjoon's response.
Poor Joon. He doesn't even know what's going on.
You had no choice but to kidnap Jin away from Namjoon. You desperately needed to talk to him. Desperately needed to get away after the day you had. Who would have thought you went from dreading going out tonight to jumping into the shower hours before you had to get dressed. Purposely making up an excuse that you had to head out early to get rid of Jungkook's mom and getting ready well before you had to leave.
Now here you were. At the edge of the bar and barely letting your friend take a seat while you whipped around and faced him, "Sit." You ordered, eyes narrowing as you huffed, "How dare you leave me alone with Jungkook's mom?" You forced him into a bar seat and plopped down next to him, a clear and deep frown along your lips. "The fucking day I had, Jin... I almost didn't even get to come out tonight because she held me hostage in my own apartment for hours." You complained, staring at your friend for a long while, watching the way his look of confusion turned into one of amusement, "What? What are you looking at?"
Soon enough Seokjin started to laugh. Wide shoulders rising and falling as he began gasping for air. His laughter became louder and more boisterous. It was his signature window washing laugh. The one that you loved to hear. And the one that you missed once it stopped. It was a unique sound. Something that you grew to love and adore about him. The way Jin laughed was exactly how you thought he would laugh. Windows being washed. Spray bottles being sprayed. That was the only way it could be described. The sounds that escaped his mouth chimed like a bell. Sounded so carefree and full of life. It took every life force in you to not laugh with him too,
"That bad, huh?" He had a finger at the corner of his eye, wiping at a tear that had escaped during his fit of guffawing, "Listen to me, pretty... after knowing that lady for over a decade, I just have to avoid her every time I see her now. It's just—damn..." He started, hands going up to defend himself, "Nothing's wrong with her. Don't get me wrong. But she definitely is a... bitc—I mean... A strongly opinionated person. I can never get a word in with her. Two Queens can't butt heads. You know that." He made one final laugh, and then looked at you, a dark brow raising in concern, "Oh, come on. What happened, hun?" He finally asked you, curiosity, glistening behind those beautiful, crystal-clear eyes, "What did she say?"
You didn't even get a chance to notice how pretty Seokjin looked tonight. He was glowing. Literally. Wearing a silk, pink shirt that was splayed open with a creamy colored tank top underneath the shirt. He matched the fit with a pair of tight, light denim washed jeans and his hair was tousled over his forehead. Wavy and shining a light brown color under the club lights.
You could tell he was wearing makeup. Eyelids dusted with a baby pink shade. Glitter on his cheeks. Eyelashes long and fanning out prettily every time he blinked. Lips glistening pink with what you could only assume with a glossy lip gloss. Pearl necklaces on his neck. Wrapped delicately around his skin and shining along his collar as if they were specially made for him. He looked like a Bratz doll. You loved that he called himself worldwide handsome. The term was quite fitting if not the most accurate name you've ever heard of in your life.
"You look handsome by the way. I hate how pretty you are sometimes." You blurted out to him quickly with a bashful smile then turned to the bar, "I need a fucking drink." Were your next words and then you sighed, teetering over the bar counter to wave at the bartender, "Got it." Your head nodded towards Seokjin who told you to order for him too and you did exactly that, holding up two fingers and asking the tender for the strongest shots they could find.
It was an open bar tonight and you planned on clearing it out.
So much for wanting to go home early.
"You look pretty good yourself. Shut up." Seokjin had his hand over to your lap in a second, smacking your bare thigh playfully before pulling his hand back and propping his elbow onto the countertop's ledge, resting the side of his cheek in his palm as he eyed you, "A little too good. I think we're matching. I wonder who came up with that idea." He smiled at you, eyeing the dip in the neckline of your dress and letting out a small chuckle, making you blush ten hues pinker than you already were from the way his eyes met yours.
Seokjin wasn't lying. You looked good. Both of you. In your matching outfits as per his request and all. He only told you to wear pink and you delivered, of course. Sporting a silky, blush pink mini dress that was almost identical in color to Seokjin's own shirt. You both had worn similar makeup looks too. Shimmery eye makeup. Glossy pink lips. Barbies. You wore Jungkook's signature initial necklace around your neck and paired it with the pink diamond choker he had bought you for your anniversary too.
Typical you. Having a part of him everywhere you went.
Seokjin admired you for that. How unafraid you were to rep your boyfriend no matter where you were. It made him wonder. Were you going to be able to do that if you signed those NDAs?
He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to even let his mind cross to something as ridiculous as that. He shook his head to clear the insistent thoughts when the bartender set down two shot glasses filled to the brim with liquor,
"Seriously though..." He started, sliding the shot glass to you and waiting for you to pick it up, an enticing smile along his bubblegum colored lips flashing to you as you both clanked glasses together and took the shot, "Waaaoooow!" He hissed at the taste while you coughed, trying to hold back your laughter, the two of you slamming the shot glasses down onto the counter and allowing for the tender to collect them, "Okay, seriously! —What happened?"
"Everything happened." You muttered after you collected yourself from downing the strong liquor, a hand in your hair and flipping the locks back behind your shoulders, "First of all, I can't take a proper breath because she made sure I ate a sample of everything she brought for me. Fruits. Nuts. Kimchi. God, my stomach is in turmoil right now from the combinations. No complaints though but this dress was already hard to get into." You rolled your eyes and waved dismissively before puffing out a defeated sigh,
"She doesn't want me to sign the NDAs, Jin." You finally told your friend, "You know what she wants?" You and Seokjin looked at each other, your eyes wide and boring into his, "She wants me to keep my opinion out of everything and let Jungkook handle it. Like what?!?!" You shook your head aggressively and tipped your head back, looking up at the ceiling for answers, "Who does she think she is?"
"Damn she's crazy, right?." Seokjin didn't even try to hide the way he felt in his voice. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes as his mind brought him back to earlier in the day when he rushed out of the apartment and trapped you with your future mother in law.
'Muahaha' was the evil villain laugh Seokjin wanted to make at you. And he would have done it if it were anyone else. But not with you. He knew he shouldn't have abandoned you because he knew some shit like that would go down. However, Seokjin figured you would stand your ground. Jokes on him for forgetting Jungkook's mom was the last person you wanted to be disrespectful with though,
"Sounds like you need more than just one drink." He reminded you and turned his attention to the bar, "'Scuuuuse me bartender. Can we get another two rounds of whatever those magical hands of yours whipped up earlier?"
Your friend flashed the tender a typical Jin smile. Eyelashes batting cutely and a radiant smile on full display. He got what he wanted in record timing, and you scoffed playfully under your breath at his flirtatious advantages towards the bartender. Allowing Seokjin to get served first before anyone else.
You couldn't blame the tender after all. Would you ignore Kim Seokjin if he was sitting right in front of you like that? Thought so.
"Like I said... She's Jungkook's mom. She is everything." Seokjin just simply laughed and shook his head after you both took your second shot of the night, "Look." He hummed, scooting his chair closer to yours so that he could hear your better as the music playing throughout the venue began to pick up in volume and bass. "Look at me." He reached out and grabbed you by the chin. His fingers under your jaw twisting your head to make you look at him.
Seokjin was insanely close to you now. So close that you could literally see the moon, sun and stars glittering in his eyes. He was leaned in towards you. Lip's almost at your ear. If you turned your head any fraction of an inch more, you'd be kissing for sure. Deep down, you wouldn't mind. And deep down, part of you felt that Jungkook would let you. After all, you kissed Jimin and let Taehyung fuck you.
Seokjin always seemed to look as though he was down for anything too. That cute little shit. Maybe it was the liquor already settling into your system. Or maybe it was just Seokjin in general. Looking all pretty and angelic with his pearly white teeth flashing you. Plump, juicy looking lips pursing cutely.
You hated the fact that you were the type of drunk that wanted to make out with everyone around you. But you knew better anyways. Jungkook was right around the corner. You were only days away from seeing him again. You waited a month for him. You could wait a few more days. You didn't need to go kissing his other best friend to feel something again. But God, you missed your boyfriend. One month without Jungkook was way too long. If he ever tried to ditch you like this again, you'd suture yourself to his hip.
"Listen to me." Jin commanded and it wasn't like he was giving you much of an option to refuse from the way he was staring at you,
Gazing blankly at the man in front of you, a small sigh escaped your lips. It was a dreamy sigh. Dreamy because Seokjin was so gorgeous, you couldn't look away even if you wanted to, "I'm listening." You forced a grin at him and Seokjin smiled back at you,
"Honestly..." He gave your chin a gentle squeeze and smiled broader, fingers under your chin moving to push your hair back behind your shoulder, adjusting the strands of hair and letting the loose waves you had styled your hair with curl around his finger while he looked at you,
"...Who cares what she says. You're not dating her. You're dating Jungkook. It's up to you both to figure this shit out. Now... If it was up to me? I'd have Sora shipped in an animal container with no breathing holes all the way to the other side of the Earth by now because she's the reason this all happened." He quirked a brow at you, the fingers in your hair moving to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, fingertips brushing over your cheek while a soft laugh escaped his lips.
You felt yourself leaning into Seokjin's touch. Allowing for his tender fingertips to caress your cheek. His skin was so warm against yours. Palm smelling faintly like some sort of vanilla scented lotion. "No breathing holes?" You started to giggle and Jin bit back a smile, nodding in agreement with you,
"As you can see, I really don't like Yoongi's girlfriend." He confidently spoke, nose scrunching as if he smelled something bad at the mention of Sora, "Because of her, he's not even here tonight. And because of her, President Bang issued NDAs and made Jungkook flee the country. I hate her. She sucks. I wish everything could just go back to how they used to be." He complained, tongue clicking against the room of his mouth and he shook his head,
"But it's not about that. Ignore what I just said." He corrected himself, dropping his fingers from your cheek and taking your hand in his own instead, "You're such a smart, capable person who only wants the best for Jungkook. And I'm sure your boyfriend wants the same." He nodded and gave your hand a pull when you began to look away in embarrassment, "Seriously! If Jungkook knew what his own mother said, he'd be livid so, just ignore her. Tell her you both have it under control." He nodded quickly and your eyes went to the ceiling, rolling them at the thought of Jungkook's mom interrogating you at your apartment today before dropping back to gaze at your friend.
You stared at Seokjin while he spoke. Your eyes focused on those incredibly pouty looking lips then back to his eyes. Watching the way they glittered under the lights above your heads each time he looked around,
"This is all just too much to handle without Jungkook. I need to forget everything." You nodded, fingertips drumming over the countertop, "I want to feel numb tonight. Where's Tae and his vape?" You started to grumble to yourself, head turning around to peek at the front doors of the bar to see if Taehyung had arrived yet but before you could turn the other way to look behind you at the dance floor to check if the singer had slipped in quietly and disappeared to the dance floor, a dark shadow approached your side then crossed to stand next to Seokjin, cascading your view and blocking the dancefloor completely with his huge, wide ass chest for just a split second.
"Hey... I was looking for you two." The voice hummed low, "Had a feeling you kidnapped him and brought him here but I sure as hell wasn't expecting to see you both coupled up at the bar looking like you're about to kiss." He chuckled, eyes crinkling as he laughed. Deep dimples gracing their appearance on sun kissed colored cheeks, "Let me guess. It was Jin's idea to make you match, eh?" Namjoon continued to smile, turning his attention to Seokjin, "You always have to get your way, right?
"Oh! So you think we're a couple? We do look good together, don't we?" Seokjin had a smug look on his face as he greeted Namjoon, eyes flickering back to look at you while he let out a longing whine, "She's so pretty. I should have kissed her. Maybe Jungkookie would let her join us as a throuple if I asked nicely." Flirtatious eyelashes batted up at Namjoon while you sat there dumbly and looked back and forth between them, trying to make sure if Seokjin was joking or not.
"Th...rouple?" You sounded the word out as if it was foreign to you, but Seokjin only looked at you and winked. Choosing on purpose not to explain any further. Leaving the curiosity linger in the air from his vagueness.
Huh. So maybe you and Jungkook weren't the only freaks that existed.
Was Seokjin serious? Because hey... you were a pretty open-minded person. Perhaps it was the liquor talking but if Jungkook was okay with it, you'd be honored to join. You never had a thought like that to begin with. But now that Seokjin put it into your head. Wouldn't it be fun to spend a night with big tiddies and big shoulders? Wouldn't it be fun to spend a night with all seven of them? Yeah... this was definitely the alcohol working its magic. But... what if Seokjin knew about the threesome between you, Kookie and V? Was he hinting that he knew something more? You couldn't tell behind those mischievous eyes of his.
"And yes, I always get my way." Seokjin's statement pulled you out of your delusions, his tone coming out in a matter of fact statement, unconsciously leaning against you as he began to laugh, "Don't stand there looking all dumb. Order us some drinks, Joon—"
"--I'll handle that." Interjected a voice, his presence sounding from behind your chair as he stood between you and Seokjin, an arm sliding around to rest at the back of your chair, "I have something you guys need to try." The brunette-haired gentleman smiled, and you turned your head to put the face to the voice, an immediate smile forming along your mouth at the sight of Hoseokkie joining the ensemble.
"J-Hopeeee." You chimed, flashing him a grin, "Cool glasses." You laughed, pointing to the sleek, blacked out sunglasses he was wearing over his eyes, "You look like you came out of the matrix." A small laugh left your lips as you admired the dancer and his shades.
He always looked so cool and classy. Wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, black tank top and a denim colored shirt splayed open to expose his honey colored chest and several necklaces adorning his skin. He made wearing denim on denim look so good, "What kind of drink is it?"
"Something I came up with on my own." Hoseok beamed, doing a little dance of excitement, "Can I treat the pretty lady to a drink?" He was talking to you, but his head turned towards Seokjin who instantly let out a loud gasp,
"I'm NOT a pretty lady.. I'm a pretty--"
"--I wasn't talking about you, dummy." Hoseok rolled his eyes and put up a hand to stop Seokjin from starting to rap, "I was talking about Mrs. Jeon over here." He hinted the last name to you and Namjoon's head snapped towards Hoseok who only tried to play the slip up off, "What? That's what we call her when J.K isn't around, right?" He flashed Namjoon and Seokjin a knowing smile, although his eyes were pleading for them to play along, "Hey.... Bartender-nim. Arson shots, please." Hoseok smiled radiantly and you looked over to him, a small laugh forming.
You didn't seem to notice that Hoseok basically just hinted that you were going to be a Mrs. Jeon one day. It was true that they called you that name sometimes. Jungkook especially. It was something you learned to get used to. And if you were being honest, you were starting to dig it,
"Arson... shots?" You questioned the name Hoseok called the drink and turned your head in confusion,
"You'll get the reference one day, trust me." He hummed in delight as the bartender set down four shot glasses in front of you all, the tops of the glass literally flaming with an orangey colored liquor swirling around the glass, "I'm not much of a drinker but you know. This one's for you guys." Hoseok chuckled and you all picked up the shot glasses, blowing out the flames and then clinking the shots together as Hoseok cheered, phone already in his freehand while he took a boomerang video of you all clanking your drinks together, "Cheers!" He yelled and the four of you tossed the shots back,
"What the fuck--!" Namjoon was the first to instantly start coughing while the rest of you hissed slightly from the taste, "Water." The leader breathed and looked around, a fist at his lips and the other at his chest while he coughed between breaths, "Went down the wrong hole." He wheezed as you reached to the bar and got him a glass of water, freehand covering over your mouth to control your laughter,
Seokjin shamelessly burst out with laughter along with Hoseok, the two of them falling into each other while they guffawed at Namjoon, "Look at this fucking simpleton." Seokjin snorted, a hand patting at Namjoon's back as the leader gulped the water down, "There, there. No more drinking for you, Joonie." He rubbed Namjoon's back in circles while he laughed at him,
"Seokjin-ah. Why don't you go check out the buffet? There's so much food." Hoseok rolled his eyes at his hyung and Seokjin whipped around towards the smell of the food wafting from the dining area of the venue, "I saw some of those lobster things you like. Go get em' before they're gone."
You nodded in agreement with Hoseok, "I tried some of those. Pretty good." You showed Seokjin a thumbs up and he instantly slid off his chair at your recommendation.
"Who's coming with me? Y/N? Are you hungry? How about you Joonie?"
"We just ate before we left ho--"
"HUSH!" Seokjin silenced Namjoon with a finger, the leader being stunned into quietness at once.
Hoseok had a hand covered over his mouth before coughing quietly, muttering under his breath as he coughed, "Namjoon'swhippedforSeokjin." He coughed the words out quickly and you had to bite back your laugh, adverting your gaze to a spot on the bar countertop instead to refrain yourself from bursting out with laughter.
"Fine. You're all a bunch of hoes." Seokjin rolled his eyes when no one volunteered to come with him to get food and he gave the three of you a glare before he dramatically turned away and headed towards the buffet on his own,
A part of you wanted to follow behind Seokjin just because you didn't want to be without him. But the other part of you wanted to hang out with Hoseok and Namjoon. You haven't been alone with them in a while.
The three of you kept your eyes on Jin until he blended into the crowd anyways. Eyes wandering after him as he disappeared. Longing eyes staring at the way he swayed freely while he walked. You watched him join the other party attendees with a shy smile on his face. Squeezing himself in between the people standing around the table array of food and grabbing himself a plate to help himself. God, he was adorable.
"Looks like he's going to be a while." Hoseok announced with a chuckle, his head turning to you with a warm, bubbly grin along his heart shaped lips, "Wanna dance? I like this song."
You forgot music was playing. Forgot you were at a party. Even forgot about everything around you because you were so entertained by your three friends that you were unaware of your surroundings.
You perked up at the idea of dancing. Clearly starting to feel whatever shit was in the Arson shot paired with the other drinks you had previously starting to have its way with you, "Of course!" A gleeful smile spread across your features, and you graciously slid out of the chair you were seated on, listening closely to the music playing through the venue,
[ ' When my eyes are on you, 숨막힐듯한 전율.' ] - BTBT by B.I
The bass of the music could be felt in the pit of your stomach and you already had started to sway along to the rhythm after hopping off the bar stool, "Come with us, Joon." You grabbed Namjoon by the arm and tugged him with you, pulling him off the seat he was perched on,
"Ah... I'm not much of a dancer." Namjoon reluctantly followed you and Hoseok to the dance floor, the three of you weaving into the crowd and fitting seamlessly between everyone enjoying the music, "I can't move the way you and Hope can." He stood there sheepishly and you laughed in understanding, taking his large ass hands in your own and starting to move him along with your steps,
You smiled up at Namjoon who only returned a nervous chuckle, his adorable dimples kissing his cheeks when his lips curved. You had your eyes on the small sliver of his wide chest showing that was barely covered by a sheer black button up, a simple silver necklace glittering at you that was tucked neatly under the shirt.
When the light hit directly on him, you swore you could see those big ol' tiddies crystal clear under the sheerness of his shirt and it made you want to call him out for basically having bigger tits than you. You held back though. Not sure if Namjoon felt close with you enough to make jokes like that yet,
"Come closer." You said instead while you hummed along to the song, gripping his hands within yours and pulling him closer to you so that he could hear you talk when you guided him, "Go like this, okay? Follow me." You spoke to Namjoon over the music while Hoseok watched you both with a happy grin along his face, "And sway and step and sway and step. You got it." You shrilled with laughter as Namjoon finally began to loosen up and enjoy the music, stumbling over his own feet for a second then getting the hang of it,
[ ' You bring the demon out of me. Blame it all on your body. ' ]
Hoseok had plucked a flute of champagne off the tray of a server, lips at the edge of the glass with his phone in hand once again, of course. Never ceasing to capture a memorable moment, "Jungkook's gonna love this." He announced over the music, recording you and Namjoon dancing together while he sipped his drink and mouthed the lyrics to the song, "Yeahhhhhh, go Namjoon. Go Namjoon." He cheered and you all laughed while Namjoon lifted his hand in yours and raised it for you to do a twirl, your body swaying with the beat while Hoseok joined the two of you and began dancing with you as well,
"Go J-Hope, Go J-Hope." Namjoon started to chant as the dancer started to body wave to the beat of the song, earning himself some hoots and hollers from you and Namjoon alike, "He's so cool." Namjoon laughed in admiration, while you reached up and plucked Hoseok's sunglasses off his face when he danced closer to you, putting them on over your own eyes while moved to the beat with you,
You couldn't see with Hoseok's glasses on your face, and you began to wonder how he was able to see himself but who cares. The three of you were having fun. With your hand on Hoseok's shoulder and your freehand intertwined with Namjoon's, the group of you enjoyed the music to its full extent, feeling your worries melt away thanks to the joy your friends brought you,
"Do you have eyes on Jin?" You asked Namjoon who had to lean his body down to your height so that you could speak into his ear when he didn't hear you, "Can you see Jin?" Your lips brushed his ear when you spoke again, but he didn't seem to mind, nodding knowingly and pulling his head back to use his trusted Groot height to look over the heads of everyone so that he could see where Seokjin was,
Namjoon's eyes scanned the crowd and then his eyes softened instantly when he spotted his hyung, his head dipping down to your ear, "He's got like three plates in front of him." Namjoon laughed, perking his head back up to look at Jin once more before leaning back down to your height so that you could hear him properly, "Two spoons in each hand. Shoveling it in like a pro."
He spoke about Seokjin with a fond smile starting to bloom along his features, his own lips brushing against your ear and making your skin line with goosebumps. Not because of how velvety soft his lips felt against the skin of your ear but more so over how much the deep, earthy rich tone of his voice was,
"Good! That's good!" You clapped happily knowing that Seokjin was fine on his own and shimmied away from Namjoon as Hoseok started waving in the direction of the venue doors, "Oh wow. Look at them!" You grinned, taking Hoseok's sunglasses on your face off and perching them on top of your head instead, "The pretty boys are finally here." You laughed and Hoseok nudged you with his shoulder as he chuckled too,
"Look who finally decided to show up!" The rapper sneered as Jimin and Taehyung spotted you three in the crowd and instantly made their way over to join your group, "Nice to see you both made it." Hoseok playfully scoffed and pulled Taehyung to his side before he could even greet you and the rest of his band mates, handing him his finished glass of champagne, "Be a good saeng' and fill this one up for me. Get everyone else some drinks too." He ordered the younger with a hum,
"You're Jimin today." Namjoon announced to Jimin who only laughed loud in response to his reference to him being late once again, eyes rolling as he ignored his hyung and instantly made his way over to you,
Jimin was decked out in a forest green colored sweater and a pair of skin-tight black jeans. Wearing his signature Chelsea boots that gave him some height so that he was easily towering over you. He had his black hair tousled back to reveal his face, his eyes framed with a pair of clear Louis V glasses, "Yeah, I'm Jimin today." The singer snorted, eyes crinkling into a bright smile at the sight of you.
His gaze dropped briefly downwards just as the song switched, a slower and more sensual beat beginning to play. His gaze trailing from the front of your neck to the dip in your dress then finally to your toes, a small quirk of his brow made him look even more enticing and the way he looked at you made you feel shy almost too fast,
"Hey, princess." Rosy cheeks and glittery eyes greeted you with a pretty grin, slender arms wrapping around your waist at once and pulling you in for a tight hug, "You smell good." Jimin sniffed your shoulder, lips spreading into yet another sinful beam before he boldly gave your bare shoulder a gentle kiss, "Haven't seen you in forever." He started to move to the beat of the song playing with you as if dancing was second to walking for him,
[ ' I ask myself why we can't be closer. I play those same games a thousand times over. And you crave those long nights with me, oh, don't you? ' ] - For The Night - Chloe, Latto.
You weren't sure how you all were managing to hear each other since the music had been booming from the moment you all hit the dance floor. Perhaps you had just gotten used to the bass thumping in your ears by now because you didn't feel the need to shout your lungs out over the music. It was a blessing and curse to be honest because you could very clearly hear Jimin flirting with you and it made you feel as though you would blush into nothingness from the way he touched and looked at you alone.
He was always so polite and sweet but daring and sexy at the same time. He flirted with you openly. Not caring what anyone thought or said because he knew that you knew nothing else would come from it. He was sure he'd never get the chance that Taehyung had so he said fuck it and did what he wanted. Giving you compliments and eating you up alive with his gaze.
Jimin was sure Jungkook didn't mind. In fact, Jungkook let his hyung do whatever he wanted now because he knew there was no way in hell he'd lose you to anyone else anyways. Jimin was the only person aside from Jungkook that could make you feel so special and lusted for all at once but it wasn't in the way where you wanted to rip his clothes off at any chance you got with Jungkook. It was different. You couldn't explain what it was,
"You haven't seen me because you stopped looking for me." You shot back with an equally alluring smile, returning the hug and giving Jimin's body a squeeze as you pulled away.
He kept a hand on your waist, "I've been busy." He teased, slender fingers resting along your side as he vibed along with you to the hum of the music playing in the background, "I'm here to make it up to you now." Jimin gave you a sweet smile. His teeth glistening and that adorable, crooked tooth poking its way out whenever his lips curled, "Did you miss me?"
[ ' You can leave your guard at the door. And let me love you for the night. ' ]
You swore you could feel Taehyung's stare burning into your back as he leaned against the bar counter and waited for your drinks. Your neck felt hot. The hairs on your skin raising from the instinctive feeling of a predator's gaze seeking out its prey on you.
You could hardly focus on Jimin in front of you as you could feel Tae's eyes on the back of your head. He was admiring the way your hair sat prettily behind your shoulders. Soon finding himself trailing his eyes down further. Dark eyes tracing the curve of your back, your ass and then finally the heels on your feet.
This wasn't done intentionally, of course. Tae just felt his gaze wandering to places on you he knew he shouldn't look at. Lord, he hoped Jimin wouldn't catch him checking you out from where he stood near to you. Thankfully, the bartender set a tray of drinks down before Taehyung and he shook his head as a waiter offered to carry the drinks over to you guys instead, "I'm good." He gave the waiter a nod, pulling himself together quickly and forcing himself to stray out of the darkest part of his mind, putting a smile on his face and making his way over to the rest of you,
"He stopped looking for you because we've been busy trying to get that Sora girl arrested." Taehyung overheard you questioning Jimin and joined the conversation with a smirk stained over his cherry-colored lips, "Hey." He greeted you with a nod, "Sick sunglasses." Taehyung pointed with his chin to the top of your head. You laughed, pointing out that they belonged to Hoseok, "Ah, they looked familiar." Tae started to laugh and looked at his hyungs, a tray full of drinks holding steadily in his hands as he approached the group of you,
"Here are your drinks. This one is for the O.G brat." Tae hummed, handing off a cocktail to Jimin, "And this one is for the pretty brat." Taehyung teased you next, presenting you with a fruity looking drink, "Champagne for Hoseokkie-hyung." He passed the drinks out like a waiter and Namjoon turned to Taehyung, playing along with him like he always did, "This is crispy, iced water for my leader hyung because he's sweating already." He joked, earning himself a chortle of laughter from everyone, "And lastly, this one is for the brat tamer." He chuckled when Seokjin joined you all as well, plucking the drink out of Taehyung's grasp with a proud smile,
"That's Mister Brat tamer to you, punk. By the way those lobster things were delicious. I think I ate ten of them." Seokjin smiled, a hand patting his stomach as he joined you all, standing on the other side of you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, taking the glass gratefully and placing his lips at the straw poking out of the drink in his hand, "Where's your drink?" He asked the younger after taking a long sip and Taehyung's lips twitched into a smile, making a sign with his hand as if he was steering a wheel, "Ah, gotcha." He gave Tae a thumbs up at the younger's reference to being the designated driver for him and Jimin tonight,
Something Taehyung had mentioned clicked and stuck with you and concern started to rise within you, your brow raising in question as you leaned in towards Taehyung, admiring how fresh and boy-next-door he looked with his black button up splayed open to reveal a white tank top tucked into a pair of close fitting black jeans. His hair was shorter now, still nice and curled over his forehead but styled prettily and no longer hiding his sharp eyes,
"Wait, how are you planning to arrest Sora?!?!" You asked him and the others all looked at you as if you weren't aware of what Jimin and Taehyung had been conspiring,
"We have a few tricks up our sleeves." Hoseok chimed in with a nod,
"But let's not worry about that right now. She's the least of our stress." Namjoon added, "We're here to have fun before our tour starts." He started to smile and raised his glass up, "Drink, eat and enjoy yourselves." The leader nodded the six of you all clanking your drinks together, "Cheers, everyone."
...
"I miss Yoongi!" Seokjin suddenly blurted after he clanked his fourth or fifth drink of the night with you and the group mates before starting to glug his drink, his head swaying to the side while he pouted and swallowed the big mouthful of the cocktail he had just gulped, "How dare that bastard ditch us. Someone should go to the dorms and drag him here." He proposed, lips at his drink, to try and suck up the remnants of the alcohol in his glass.
The six of you were taking a break from dancing to sit down and chit chat while the party went on. Thankfully Jimin mentioned having a seat because your feet were starting to kill from being on them all night. It was well past midnight at this point and as much as you regretted not going home after an hour like you said, you were happy to be out with your friends. You forgot for a hot minute how happy Bangtan made you. As cheesy as it sounded, being around them truly made your worries disappear. You didn't mind if you stayed out all night now if you could stay around them, of course.
Namjoon plucked the empty glass out of Seokjin's hand and rolled his eyes, passing his glass of water to him instead, "You're drunk." He told the elder in which Seokjin waved the glass Namjoon was handing to him away with a shake of his head, "Yoongi chose not to be here tonight. It is what it is." The rapper said with regret in his voice, dark hair swaying with his head when he nodded, "If he wanted to be here, he would. You know Yoongi never misses any event with us unless he really has to." Everyone listened to the ever-wise Namjoon speak, nodding in agreement with him, "It sucks but let's just keep him in our minds. He's dealing with a lot right now."
Your mind wandered to Yoongi as you listened to Namjoon speak. Thinking of what he might be doing right now. Hopefully not screwing his ugly ass girlfriend, you thought.
"I miss Jungkook." You added in with a huff after gulping down a mouthful of your cocktail, a deep frown on your face, "At least Yoongi is still in Korea. I have no clue where Jungkook even is right now." You complained, feeling the emptiness inside of you starting to grow, "Last time I texted him was yesterday." You could feel the sadness starting to creep back up to you and you swallowed hard, flicking over a flower petal decoration that was scattered over the table, "Can we talk about something else? Can someone who's love life isn't in shambles speak?" Your eyes scanned the table and landed on Hoseok, "How are things going with my friend, Hobi?" You asked the dancer whose eyes widened at your question.
Hoseok had been in a daze the entire time you were all sitting. Being two drinks in, he was already feeling it and was beginning to zone out to hold on to the last bit of soberness he had left in him. He had completely forgotten you had sent him your friend's number after he agreed a few weeks ago to be introduced to your friend. "뭐? (what?)." His face was splotched red from the alcohol glow and his neck had start to change in color because of the way you just called him out from across the table, "Well..." He started to sit up straight from his slouched position and cleared his throat, "I haven't texted her yet." He confessed and you all groaned,
"Come on, man!" Jimin flicked the side of Hoseok's head, "What are you stalling for?" Jimin made a 'tch' noise with his lips, "Forget about him. What about you, Tae?" Everyone's eyes went to Taehyung, "You always got a girl or two. Give us details." The singer grinned playfully at his group mate, sending a wink his way,
Taehyung was caught off guard and you could tell that was the case from the way his eyes shifted to glare at Jimin, lips forming an 'oh' at his friend's question, "Me?" He pointed to himself and shook his head, eyes catching yours for a split second and feeling his stomach drop to the floor when your gazes met, "Uh, just one girl right now. Nothing serious. She lives in Japan." He lied, "Got another one in Y/N's city. I'll see her when we leave for our tour." Taehyung told another lie, eyes adverting to the mocktail he had sitting in front of him,
"Gross. You player." Seokjin rolled his eyes at Taehyung who only flipped him off in response, "How do you just have girls in different cities? How do you keep track of them all?" He asked the younger,
"--He obviously writes them down." Namjoon answered the question for Taehyung and Seokjin's head snapped towards Namjoon, "Probably keeps them in a book or something."
Seokjin's eyes narrowed at Namjoon's suggestion, squinting at the leader with a puzzled look on his face before he began to speak, "Is he a fucking boomer to be keeping a list of people he fucked in a BOOK? That sounds more like you... Hm... how would YOU know that's what he does?"
Namjoon gulped, looking at Seokjin as if he was deer caught in headlights, "Know what?"
"Kim Namjoon, I swear to G---"
"---I love this song!" You quickly jumped up from your seat, cutting Seokjin off before he started to ignite a flame everyone knew Namjoon wouldn't be able to put out, a hand reaching out for him to tug him out of his seat, "Come dance with me!" You fixed your dress as you stood up, earning yourself a thankful smile from Namjoon,
"This isn't over." Seokjin still had his eyes on Namjoon while he stood up, letting you link your arm with his as you began to tug him to the dance floor, "Is he stupid?" Seokjin muttered to you as he let you drag him to the dance floor, "Yes, he's stupid." He answered his own question, "He's so lucky I love Chung Ha or I would beat his ass in front of everyone at this party." The eldest sighed out loud in irritation before his mood perked up almost instantly when the beat of the music reached his ears,
[ ' And you can't breathe when your eye's all fixed on me. Know you think that I don't see it, but I do.' ] - Dream Of Me - Chung Ha.
Seokjin had his hands resting along your waist in seconds, following along with you to the rhythm of the music, "You know Joonie. He just wants to make sure everyone is heard. I doubt he has a book like that or whatever." You reassured Seokjin with a tender smile, your hands perched happily on top of his massive shoulders while you both swayed together, "He looks at you like there's no one else in the room. You have nothing to worry about." Your fingers resting along Seokjin's shoulder gave them a gentle squeeze while his hands drummed their way from your hips to your back,
"What if Jungkook had a book like that?" Seokjin started to laugh as you both went into conversation while you swayed along to the music, "What if he had a list of everyone he ever hooked up with?" He had one hand resting along the small of your back, the other sitting comfortably along your hip now, fingers curled into the material of your dress, playing with the fabric of your outfit every now and then as if the material of the clothes bothered him knowing that was the only thing separating the two of you, "What if he had a list of people he wanted you to hook up with?" The singer beamed at you, "What if he had a book with all our names. Ticking them off as he went down the list." He gave your hip a playful squeeze and you jumped in surprise, finding yourself easily melting into his touch although he was grilling you about your boyfriend right now,
"A list?" Your brows arched at Seokjin's question, and you figured he knew you, Jungkook and Taehyung had a threesome. There was no way he would be asking you a question like this for no reason. Even if he was curious and playful, it was getting eerie.
You were comfortable with Seokjin to tell him this anyways and was surprised at yourself over the fact that you hadn't told him you had slept with Taehyung even though you had delved deep into conversation about all your deepest, darkest secrets when he was staying with you, "I mean..." You hummed, the hands that were once on his shoulders were now snaked around his neck, fingers playing absentmindedly with the wavy locks of hair resting along the back of his nape as you thought, "If he does... I wonder if he ticked off Taehyung's name." You answered with nonchalance and Seokjin's head fell forward at once, hitting against your shoulder as he began to laugh,
"I fucking knew it! I knew something happened!" He shrilled with laughter into your shoulder, his warm breath hitting against your bare skin and making it line with goosebumps at once, "I knew it! That little fucker, Taehyung." Seokjin's head turned towards the table where the members were sitting at, catching Taehyung's eyes at once and snorting at the way the younger immediately looked away as if he wasn't just watching the two of you dancing together, "How was it?" Seokjin didn't waste any time with the questions, delving right into what he wanted to know the most, "Did you do it alone with him? Or did you make Jungkook watch?" He gasped at his own question, "How was Jungkook okay with that?"
You thought back to that night at the Soop house and your stomach instantly did a somersault as the memories flooded back into your brain, "It was Tae's birthday. Jungkook arranged everything." You tried to sound as vague as possible, not sure if you were going to make him feel uncomfortable with any details, "Joined us too." You added and Seokjin gasped even louder at the scandalous information he was hearing from you, "Don't tell anyone. It's so awks." You grumbled and he promised not to say anything before continuing,
"Tae's birthday, you say" Seokjin looked up as he thought back to what you all had done for the younger's birthday, his eyes immediately turning to dinner plates at how wide they went, "The Soop House?" He asked you and you nodded quickly, "Freaks." He snorted, "I'm hurt no one asked me to join." He frowned at you,
"Didn't you say you don't swing that way?" You reminded Seokjin who reached up and gave your nose a boop, shaking his head with a small chuckle, "Correct me if I'm wrong."
"You're wrong." He answered simply with a grin and you instantly felt your entire existence flush with embarrassment, "I swing both ways." He corrected you, head tilting as a mischievous smile crossed his lips, "So does Namjoon." Seokjin pointed with eyes to the table where Namjoon was sitting, and you felt too shy to even dare look that way any longer because suddenly you realized you were probably being watched by all the members.
Knowing they must have been watching you and Seokjin dancing together this whole time made you want to sink into the floor and there was no way in hell you were going to make any eye contact with them right now. Not even Namjoon.
You decided to leave things the way they were right now. One main reason being because you never knew when Seokjin was goofing with you or not.
You and Seokjin both failed to notice the party now had an additional attendee. Too busy being immersed in your own conversation to notice the individual come through the front doors, greet his friends and even had a drink at the bar. Sitting idly on a stool and watching both you and Seokjin closely with his mind fogged and thoughts all over the place.
He sat there for a long moment. Thinking if coming here was a mistake. Thinking if he was dressed right. Thinking if he looked sober. He stayed by the bar for a while. Too long. So long that it had become unbearable to watch you and Seokjin any longer.
He had to come say something. Had to come over. To apologize to you. To feel you. To see you. And that's when he found himself getting off the stool. Jean clad legs striding over to you both. Black hair bouncing with him as he walked. Pink lips pressed together in hesitation. Brows furrowed in concentration. Silver ringed fingers at the cuffs of his white button up, popping the buttons along the cuff open and rolling his sleeves up one by one to reveal the Rolex Datejust along his wrist as he made his way over to you and Seokjin,
"Can I cut in, hyung?"
The unfamiliar voice startled you and Seokjin, your heads both twisting around to see if your ears had been deceiving you both. Your mouth basically fell open at the sight of him. Seeing him once again for the first time in a month and feeling yourself almost black out when you faced the gentleman,
"...Yoongi?"
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