Scarlet Knives || Jungkook ff || DISCONTINUED

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 20

I'm really starting to think I should've listened to Delilah earlier. It's been nearly an hour since Miriam and I arrived and it feels like someone is aiming a giant heat lamp on me. Everyone around me is radiating warmth and all I can do is fan myself with my hand uselessly in an attempt to stay cool. My jeans are tight around my swollen legs, feeling almost like a second skin. Part of me really wants to dump the remainder of rum and coke in my cup over my chest and shoulders but I also really don't want to deal with the sticky, icky feeling of alcohol and syrupy pop on my skin for the rest of the night. Plus, people are gonna think I'm a liquor pig or something, bathing in it like a weirdo.

I can hardly pay attention to a word Miriam and the others are saying. All I can think about is the sweat accumulating on my back and the heat that's affecting my brain, making it impossible to concentrate. The alcohol hasn't made anything easier, either. Considering that Miriam is also only in jeans--though she's lucky enough to have a sleeveless top--I thought she'd be in a similar situation to me. Yet here she is, not even the slightest bit fazed.

"You okay? You look like you're about to pass out," Yoongi remarks. His face remains impassive but it's the slight arch of his brow and the way he holds his hand out for me to grab just in case that evinces his concern.

This seems to attract Seokjin's and Luciano's focus, both of whom had previously been listening to Miriam rant about some mother that came to the pub who didn't know how to control her kid. Luciano doesn't appear to care that much whereas Seokjin furrows his brows, staring at me expectantly for a response.

"Maybe we should take that away from you," Miriam jokes, pointing to the cup in my hand.

"I mean, it certainly isn't helping but that's not what's bothering me," I snap, rolling my eyes. Miriam physically recoils at my harsh tone and I sigh, rubbing a hand over my forehead. "Sorry, that was bitchy. I'm just so hot and it's making me irritated."

"Maybe you should take off your jeans," Luciano suggests monotonously.

Seokjin snorts and smacks his chest. "Tasha will have your head, dude. Getting in Nicole's pants probably isn't the brightest idea."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Nicole doesn't seem like the type of person to go around half-naked, especially not in front of a bunch of strangers," the mint-haired one points out.

"I'd rather avoid it if I can," I say with a sarcastic smile.

"Do you wanna go inside and make some, uh, alterations to your clothes?" Miriam asks. "You could probably use some scissors or something to shorten the pant legs."

"That would be helpful." I turn to look at the bikers, eyes darting between all of them. "Is that alright? Or do you guys mind?"

"Nah, it's okay. Just don't use anything that's in the kitchen," Seokjin replies.

"By the cooking appliances," Luciano corrects. "The moment you go into the kitchen, go to the first counter to your left and look inside the drawer. We've got an old pair of scissors as well as a utility knife. Use whichever you prefer."

"Thank you," I say and pass my drink to Miriam. "I'll be right back."

I jog over to the backyard entrance, passing by a scary-looking Marty and offering a nervous smile, and around to the front of Tranquility. There's no line anymore and everyone seems to be behind the diner so it's noticeably quieter. It's also relatively cooler and I sigh out in relief as I lift my long hair off the back of my neck. Honestly, maybe it'd just be better to stay out here for a while instead of ruining my jeans. I really like this pair.