𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 • ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ

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- Coммeɴтѕ αɴd Voтeѕ αre αpprecιαтed★

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(Mentions of Alcohol)

Arriving at the house the party was being held at, Suna cringed as he realized why it looked so similar. "Fuck."

"What wrong?" Y/n asked, turning to face him as he held an annoyed face. She didn't want to lie, but he did look a bit intimidating.

"This is where my ex lives," he spoke rolling his.

"Oh," Y/n whispered, not sure what he'd do next. "Do you just want to drive around...?" She suggested, trying not to get him worked up since she wasn't sure what happened between the two.

"No, no, I asked you out, let's just go inside and have some fun." He spoke, shaking his head a he opened his door.

Y/n was about to open her own door before Suna rushed to her side. Opening the door for her, "It's my job after all." He smiled, holding his hand out taking Y/n's hand in his own.

"What's behind your back?" She asked, noticing how Suna held something in his other hand.

Suna didn't answer, countering her question with one of his own, "Have you ever been to party before?"

Y/n felt her cheeks burn at the question... sure she's gone to parties but not to the ones he suggested, hanging out with people her age. "Not really."

He didn't prey on her, bring the hand he had behind his back to show her the rose he held, "I thought so, don't you want to keep a memory?"

She nodded, taking the flower into her hands as she flashed a smile as Suna lifted his phone up, placing a hand around Y/n's waist.

"Is it alright with you if I post it on Instagram?" He asked after sending the picture to Y/n.

"Sure!" She replied, following after him as he grabbed her hand once again, making his way up to the house. "Just stick with me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He told her, already knowing she had a bit of a shy nature at times.

Squeezing his hand, they both walked into the house. It was crowded inside, people pushing against each other, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air.

Y/n cringed from the smell sinking into her lungs.

Suna smirked, "I'm guessing you don't like the smell?" He teased, laughing lightly as Y/n shook her head.

"Do you want me to get you a soda or something?" Suna asked looking into the kitchen at the other end with drink options.

"Can I get a (f/d)?"

He nodded, "Do you think you'll be fine while I go get the drinks?"

"Sure!" She smiled, not wanting to get pressed up against all of the others that were walking around.

She waited as she watched Suna leave towards the kitchen, pushing people to the sides as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey... You're cute, want to dance?" A guy spoke, coming up to her. The smell of liquor heavy on his tongue as his breath hit her face.

Turning the guy down with the shake of her head she stepped back, "No thank you."

"Oh come on, just for a bit?"

"No, I'm here with someone else."

The guy looked around, "Really? I don't see anyone around." He smirked, reaching for her arm.

Pulling back once again, she began to feel desperate, annoyed at the stanger that wasn't backing up.