"Momma should've warned you about men like me," He said, too close for comfort but there was something about the mint on his breath that kept you at ease.
"And what would that warning be?"
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"Are you BLIND?" The girl screamed at you, causing you to break your eyes from your now tequila covered sweater into her eyes. She mad mouthed off in Korean so fast that you could do nothing but sit there and look at her, wondering how you could be the one in the wrong when you were bumped into. You were the one that was not in motion at the time.
"Excuse me, but you bumped into me?" You said, raising from the spot on the counter that allowed you nothing less than 5 seconds to relax. The girl that was upset at you didn't seem to cool down, furrowing her eyebrows and she placed her glass on the counter. She looked to be wearing something expensive and silk -- much more expensive than you could pay her back at this given moment.
"Did you mouth back at me?" She asked and to the girls that had been behind her, you had no idea what was going to happen. You had read plenty of books of girls at parties getting jumped or stepping on the wrong toes, but never did you see yourself in that place.
"If mouthing back is correcting you, then yes," You shrugged and before the worse could happen, someone from behind came and snatched her at the waist. You didn't flinch though and you were sure that she wouldn't swing on you. It was thankful that most of the party had been too focused in each other to even grant the kitchen any of their attention.
"Just relax, Rose. You bumped into her, I saw," The male said, trying to steer her out of the kitchen. Soon, their conversation was in Korean and as far as you were concerned, beyond you. You leaned against the counter, watching your surroundings and pulling out your phone to text your cousin that you were ready to go.
Angeline 😤:
I'm ready to go. Some girl Rose just spilled her drink on me.
She bumped into me and acted like it was my fault or something.
Too engrossed in your phone to notice, that same male had returned and tried to catch your attention. "You're not deaf, are you?" He said finally, causing you to look up from your phone and at him. He wore a brown mullet and when he smiled, he had the cutest dimples in his cheeks. He was quite muscular and eye candy would be the understatement. Was everyone this fine?
"I can hear you," You said, causing him to nod his head and clasp his hands together. He wore a nice shirt that clung to his muscles and a pair of slacks and business shoes. If you weren't aware that this was some sort of college party, you would've thought that he was a businessman from how he carried himself.
"I just wanted to apologize for my friend's behavior. A little alcohol in her system and she turns into a Monster. She bumped into you, so," He said, scratching behind his head and looking around awkwardly. "I'm Namjoon by the way. Most people call me Joon."
"Thank you for apologizing for her, Namjoon. However, I'm still covered in tequila. I just want to go home."
Namjoon looked as though he went through several stages of grief right there in that moment. He wasn't too sure to reach for the napkins, dab your clothes with them or just vanish in that moment. "If you follow me upstairs, I can get you a temporary shirt and we can toss that in the dryer. I'll have it shipped to you, if it's not finished by tonight."
"There's no need. I'll just go for another shirt and carry this around in the bag, I told my cousin I was ready to go," You said with a soft smile. He was nice, nodding his head and mumbling great before turning and showing you to upstairs. The spiraling stairs were amazing and it gave off the illusion that they were floating in the air all on their own. They made you too dizzy if you watched yourself walk up them.
The master bedroom that he brought you in had been so big that rather than minding your business, you wandered around and scoped out the pictures that had been on the desk. "Let me check another room. This must be Mrs. Jeon's closet.." He mumbled as he opened another sliding door to reveal another closet. Once he vanished in there, you had taken a seat on the bed and checked your phone. No response from Angeline, but your mother had sent you a few text messages from the things she spotted at the market.
"Is there a reason you're in my mother's room?" A deep voice said you and jumped, almost flinging yourself off the bed. Your phone stood no chance, flying into the air and landing on the floor with a loud thud. The man stood at the door, which had been closed behind him. He was dressed in a muscle t-shirt and black jeans, a thick pair of Prada boots at his feet. When he combed back his hair with his hands, his undercut had been visible. You took note of the sleeve on his arm and he cleared his throat. "I asked you a question."
You remained quiet, too stunned from how attractive he had been to trying to come up with an appropriate way of saying a man named Namjoon brought you up here. "A girl spilled tequila on me so I came for a change of clothes," You said, voice quieter than you had expected.
"I've never heard of someone who goes into other people's rooms and changes into their clothes," He said with a chuckle and stepped to you, eyes narrowing as he glanced over your features. Too close for comfort, he sniffed and lowered his head to chuckle. "You do smell like tequila."
"Did you think I would lie to you or something?" You said and he cocked his head back, surprised that you seemed to get your voice back.
"Did I say you would lie to me, gorgeous?" He said, leaning closer to your face until you had to draw yourself back. As fine as he was, he was still a stranger nonetheless. You looked off to the closet that had been open, light dimming in the distance. Where had Namjoon gone?
"Listen, Namjoon said he would give me a change of clothes and I should be out of your hair," You said and you hadn't even realized that the main light in the room had never been turned on when you first came in here. You stood and looked to the closet once again, wondering if Rose had been up to this and swallowed the lump that had been in your throat. "Forget it."
He grabbed your wrist lightly, halting you from exiting the room. You turned at his demand for attention, other tattooed hand passing you the cellphone that you had left on the bed. "You forgot this almost," He said, tone softening before he straightened up and smoothed out the area where you sat on the bed. Your eyes trailed up where his hand and your wrist connected, catching his wink before you snatched your arm out his hold. You took the phone from his hand, not realizing that it had been actively ringing with Angeline's ID on it before you exited the room.
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Finally they're meeting. Had to get over some detail, but now we're moving!
