"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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He watched as the girl exited the room, cleaning over the spot where she sat and heading into the closet to make sure that things had been in their respective place and nothing had been stolen. The soft look in her eyes, however, had let him know that she was far from being able to steal from someone. He could remember leaning into the check if her tequila story had been true. While she met like the expensive tequila that only Rose and her posse of girls would bring, she smelt like soft vanilla and shea butter. He rubbed his nose trying to get the smell out of his nasal, but it never worked.
He stood in the closet now, looking to the door behind him where she had just left and after making sure that she wouldn't re-enter, he raised the shirt and placed the gun on the dresser counter where his mother's finest shoes rest. Just then had Namjoon revealed himself with a sweater that belonged to him in his hands. "She left already," Jungkook said, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest.
"You were supposed to be here hours ago, Jeon." Namjoon said, tossing the sweater on the empty dresser top and leaning against it to make eye contact with the younger.
"I know, Hyung. How is the party running? Want to smoke?" Jungkook asked, heading to the balcony and lighting one for him and his senior. The two of them leant against the balcony in comfortable silence, watching the party commence below them. Jungkook had his eyes fixed at the tennis court where you had entered. Hoseok was there with his ex and the other friends that he floated around.
Engaged in conversation, he watched as you made yourself comfortable on a seat across from where Beer Pong occurred. He could tell that from how you distanced yourself from the activities, you were far from being a woman that was into partying. Could he have been wrong?
"That girl that was in here," He said, inhaling from his cigarette before burning it out only on his third puff. He was getting better. "Who spilled tequila on her?"
"Rose did. She bumped into her on accident, but you never know with her." Namjoon said, leaned against the balcony with his attention on the stars.
"She knows Angeline," Jungkook said, causing Namjoon to turn and look at him with an expression that was unreadable. "I want to get to know her."
"Jungkook -" Namjoon started.
"I'll be downstairs," Jungkook said, tossing the cigarette on the balcony and leaving Namjoon there by himself.
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"How could you be ready to go, we just got here!" Angeline said, stepping away from the tennis courts where you had been sitting on the bench. "Don't let Rose intimidate you, okay?"
