K-pop Idol Imagines

Someone better (Jennie)

That was it.

I couldn't control the fuming anger that was burning inside me way before I could care to remember.

My jaw clenched, hard, my hand tightly clamping the whiskey glass, and my eyes glared at the person who I've always adored in many different ways.

"Jennie."

My best friend, or should I say the person I was very much in love with, was dancing with the school's one and only fuckboy, Chanyeol.

I should've known that that was bound to happen when I agreed to come to Chanyeol's birthday party. He was known for his wild parties all throughout the college, and with the looks he got, every second girl was head over heels for him.

Not me.

Well, sadly, my best friend also had a crush on him and I couldn't take it. When Jennie told me that she liked him, I thought that it was very good news. However, when the days passed and Jennie would be daydreaming about him or talking with him, it would get on my nerves.

Some boys, including me, knew about Chanyeol's "heartbreaker" image. He played with many girls before and I knew that his next target was Jennie.

Jennie was, well, popular herself too. She was known for her beauty and grace, her smart brain, and how she was the second daughter of one of Korea's richest families.

And, especially, for today she decided to wear one of her shortest dresses from the closet. Because she thought it would be a great way to seduce Chanyeol.

Although I denied her, she didn't listen to me and did what she had to.

When we entered Chanyeol's house, Jennie had already disappeared into the crowd. I was all there alone watching out for any scumbags that would inappropriately look at Jennie. I took the whiskey glass from the nearby waiter and decided to sit on the long couch at the corner of the room.

My eyes were on the dance floor, across the room, and even at the hundreds of people that were in the same room as me.

I was attentive to every step of Jennie's. Knowing she always lost control of herself whenever she drank too much, I had to be aware of her.

After I drank about two to three glasses of the amazing whiskey that the waiter was passing around, I picked up my fourth glass and stared at the place where Jennie was earlier.

However, this time she wasn't there. I panicked as my eyes scanned around the dance floor.

"Where are you?" I muttered under my breath, chewing my lower lip as I thought of the worst situations.

Then, I saw it.

Jennie was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with Chanyeol as her arms were around his neck and his hands were on her waist. They were swaying along with the beats of the music as they were awfully close to my liking.

I felt the rage inside me pumping hard through my veins as jealousy took over me. I gulped down my whiskey in one gulp and wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my palm.

Standing up ever so abruptly, I walked straight to where Jennie was and watched every move of theirs.

Chanyeol leaned down to whisper something in Jennie's ear and she smiled as he held her wrist and was about to go away from the dance floor.

"Not on my watch, Park, "I said as I grabbed Jennie's wrist and made both of them look at me.

"Y/N?" Jennie said as she stared at me, and I was glaring at Chanyeol. "What are you doing?"