Misunderstood (BTSxY/N Poly ff) 18+

Jealous

Jin's POV

Standing on the second floor, watching over the crowd, I see four girls pop through the front door.

There's the gorgeous girl. I knew that somehow she would show up if we threw a party and pretty much invited everyone.

Ever since the day she ran into me; I haven't been able to get her off my mind. From the shyness in her words to pink in her cheeks. Blocking out the commotion surrounding me; I observe from a distance.

People dancing, drinking, and making bad decisions. There's girls sitting on guys laps, people laid out on tables doing body shots, and people playing beer pong. Nothing unusual for a college party.

Y/n and her friends reappear, this time on the dance floor. On a regular day, that dance floor is actually a living room; but the couches have been pushed around and some tables scattered on the outskirts of the dancing crowd.

Wow. That dress...she is stunning! Was she always that curvy?

She has a different confidence tonight. She seems free spirited with all the dancing she's doing. Her friends seem to be enjoying themselves too.

Spotting Namjoon walking onto the dance floor; the my grip around my beer tightens. I know exactly who he's headed for. She's the most beautiful girl here, how could he resist.

Does he know her? Stop being possessive. She isn't yours yet! Calm down. Go distract yourself with another person

Unable to break away from watching y/n, I see that Namjoon reaches her. He's putting his hands on her body; I wish that it was my hands caressing her. Hoping she turns him away. I tank the rest of my drink out of frustration.

Leaving my spot, I head down to grab another drink. Snaking my way through a maze of people; girls are waving at me attempting to catch my attention. A unfamiliar girl touches my shoulder but I keep walking. Stopping before entering the kitchen, I look back to see if y/n is still dancing.

What I witness is worse. Namjoon's hand is gripping her jaw as if he is scolding her. It seems like time slowed down just for them. Her smile is a confirmation that he wasn't yelling, but putting a sub in her place.

I pinch the bridge of my nose out of aggravation. "Why him?" I whispered beneath my breath.

Why am I so hypnotized by Y/n? She hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. She hasn't even flirted with me.

Holding a new beer, I begin to make my way through the dance floor to get to the stairs. Scanning the room where they were dancing.

They're gone! Where the hell did Namjoon take her?!

My brain begins formulating all of the possibilities, but there is only one place I could think of...

his room...

If it were me, I would've done the same. Pushing through the crowd, breezing past the mingling bodies; a hand grabs my shoulder. I whip around hoping it's y/n.

It's not her.

Another girl I don't know shooting a flirty smile at me. I roll my eyes and brush her hand off.

Frustrated, I see red. Heat in my ears. Blood boiling in my veins. My heart beating louder than the music in this house. My hand is balled into a fist. Finally reaching Namjoon's door, "Y/N!" I'm screaming as I pound on his door. "Y/N! Get the FUCK out of his room!"