The Kim twins

Chapter 17: Party, party yeah. - part 1.

Jin and Harley just got out from their Uber car and stared at the house where the party was held. The music was blasting so loud, than they could feel the vibration on the ground. When they heard the rumors about the party they highly doubted that they would get invited, they didn't know the host, just heard stories about him.

Even Jimin and Taehyung were invited as they somehow grew closer to Jungkook and Hoseok, but they were still weary of Namjoon and Yoongi. The twins graciously accepted the invite upon hearing that both Yoongi and Namjoon would attend it.

Judging by the number of cars parked on the front lawn and by the window shadows, almost the entire university would also be attending. Jin was dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans, showing proudly his plum ass and a white T-shirt to compliment his skin complexion. Even Harley admitted he looked hot. She was dressed in a pair of black leather shorts and a pink crop top with a blue jacket on top.

They nodded to one another and got inside. The smoke of cigarettes and weed was burning through their nostrils. They had been to a couple of parties, but none of them were so loud, so packed or so unbreathable. Bodies of students were filling the hallway, the living room and the kitchen.

Bottle of beers, whiskey and wine were everywhere. Harley could swore she saw a couple making out in a corner of the living room.

"You know what to do?" Harley asked Jin, low enough only for him to hear.

Jin smirked. "Of course."

They purposely ignored the two guys that were playing them. The twins didn't want to make it easier for them. If they indeed want something from them, they had to earn it. No good thing comes easy, and they were worth the trouble.

The party seemed like a good idea to get the control back, not that they lost it in the first place. The twins separated from one another, each in search if their respective targets.

Harley hated crowds. It made her anxious, often overwhelmed her. First stop was in the kitchen, getting herself a beer to just loosen up a bit. In wasn't a good idea to freeze when there was an important step to take. The students there played beer pong, cheering loudly. She got out of the kitchen and her body stiffen when a guy wrapped his arm around her waist and rubbed his crotch against her ass.

Harley took a deep breath and turned around with a murderous glare. "Why the fuck are you touching me?" She yelled over the music. She hated being touched without her permission. It was something that brought the worst in her.

"Dang girl, you look hot in your little, little shorts." The guy smirked taking a sip from his cup.

Harley pushed him away, when in reality she just wanted to smash his head against a wall. "Fucking idiot."

"Hey, hey." The guy raised his hands up in defeat. "You can't expect me not to touch you when you are dressed like this. I mean come on, you practically beg for it."

Harley's ears started ringing, the anger she felt before was now intensified. She dumped the beer bottle on the floor and grabbed him by the collar. "Listen here you mother fucking piece of shit, imbecile with undeveloped brain. My pants, are not an invitation for you to grope me. My clothes are not meant for you to come to me. You imagine-less wet napkin. How pathetic can you get that you have to grope women to get then to notice you?" She hit him with her knee in his stomach and brought his face closer to hers. "You made a mistake touching me today. I'm Kim fucking Harley and you just became my target. I won't rest until you become nothing but dust carried by wind. You got me? Or should I make you a fucking drawing?"

His eyes widen in realization of what he just did. His friends always told him that one day he would regret his actions, but he never thought he'd see the day. His parents always made his scandals go away. Now, he wasn't very sure. He fucked up.

Harley, angrily pushed him away. She needed a stronger drink, yet she didn't have the courage to drink from an already poured cup, so she just grabbed another beer that wasn't yet opened.

"You shouldn't be drinking so fast. Might get you drunk." The voice behind her spoke.

Oh she recognized his voice way too well. She knew she had to follow the plan, however, she was way to pissed to talk to Yoongi. Harley was shaking with anger. "Go away." She turned around to walk away from him, but he caught her arm.

He saw the tension in her body, her hands were shaking, her eyes were dark. He recognized the signs. She was feral. He dragged her outside in the backyard where he knew they might get a little privacy, since everyone was drinking inside.

Yoongi put his hands on her shoulders. "Breath."

Harley stared at him as if he had grown a new head. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Listen. I know you are angry. Just breath through your nose and exhale through your mouth." He explained.

"Ok." Harley did as she was told.

After a few moments she started to regain her composure, but tears were running down her cheeks. She might have been brave in that moment, yet now, she was scared. Scared that the man could have done more. Scared that he might still be there doing the same thing to another girl, or worse, spike someone's drink and rape her. She didn't miss some guys snorting what it looked like cocaine, in the living room.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yoongi asked panicked. He had never seen her so scared. Her breath was callous and rapid. She was having a panic attack. "Wait here." He ran to the kitchen and back, giving her a glass of water. "It's not spiked." He clarified upon seeing her concerned gaze.

She drank the entire glass of water in one go. It did make her feel better, but not perfect. Yoongi scooped her in his arms and took her to what was considered the Wang's version of a park. He sat on a bench with her in his lap, far away from house, so far that nobody could see them. He knew Harley didn't want someone to see her in that state.

His arms were wrapped protectively around her small frame, patting her back. "Shh, you're safe now." He had no idea what had happened, yet he felt this tug in his heart. It might have been their plan to use the twins, however, he couldn't just leave her alone in that state. He felt somehow protective over her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you." She whispered in his ear. Strangely, Yoongi made her feel safe, protected.

"Anytime sweetheart." He whispered back before planting a kiss on her forehead.