First Love

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Jackson. Suga nodded at the man who was smartly dressed in a black suit and had blond hair. I shook everyone's hand and when I stretched it towards Jackson, he took my hand and kissed it. My eyes widened slightly. "Hi, I am Y/N." I pulled my hand back.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." Jackson winked.

I giggled like a high-schooler. "You also look smart." 

Suga cleared his throat making us both look at him. What I saw was unbelievable. He looked like he was trying not to clench his jaw and shifted closer to me. "If you have met my date, shall we start the party?" He emphasised 'my date'. God, he was jealous and he looked really hot when he was jealous. 

"Of course." Jackson didn't notice Suga's tone and turned to others. 

We all greeted each other and then went with our group. 

I was sitting with my friends. We were all chatting while eating. 

"A boy is staring at you," Jennie whispered in my ear.

I followed her gaze and saw Jackson. When our eyes met he smiled and waved. I waved back. "That's Jackson," I informed, turning back to my friends.

"You remembered his name." Rose teased,

"He is smart." I blushed.

"Already forgetting about Yoongi," Jisoo said.

I looked at Suga. He was still busy talking to people. "What else will I do when he is ignoring me?"

"He is just busy. After all, he is the leader." Lisa answered.

I sighed. I was really mad at Suga now. Enough was enough. I had to teach him a lesson. He needed to be taught how to behave when you take your date to a party. I smirked as an evil idea slowly weaved in my mind.

"Uh-oh, don't do it," Jisoo told me.

"Don't do what?" I asked in confusion. 

"Whatever you are planning," Jennie explained.

"How do you know?" I asked, again.

"You are making your 'I-am-about-to-do-something-stupid' face," Rose informed.

"But Suga deserves that." I pouted.

"Give it a rest." Lisa sighed.

I grinned and shook my head.

"Namjoon," I called his name again.

"Y-yes." Namjoon finally looked at me.

I had found him drinking and looking lost when I went for a drink myself. "What are you doing here alone?" I asked, sitting beside him.

"Nothing." He looked away. I followed his gaze and saw a girl sitting alone on a chair. 

"Are you going to talk to her or will you keep staring like a creep?" I asked.

He sighed and looked at me. "I am going to keep staring like a creep." 

"Why?" I was horrified.

"She is shy." He shrugged. "She might not be comfortable talking to me." 

"She is shy. You are not. So go and talk to her." I encouraged him.

"What if she doesn't like me?" He worried.

"How will you know that if you don't talk to her?" I said. He hesitated. "Go." I pushed him gently out of his chair. He was about to leave when I said. "And Namjoon, I think she'll love you." He smiled and then confidently made her way to the girl.