someone // jiyoo

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'Sugyeong, I dare you to kiss Jeonghee on the lips.' Everyone awwed as Sugyeong stood up confidently. 'It's not our first time playing this game, you know,' she laughed, leaning in and connecting lips with her friend. It certainly seemed easy for them, Yoohyeon observed. But they didn't seem like a couple.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. 'It's punch,' Minsoo informed her, handing her a plastic cup. 'Drink up.' Yoohyeon took a sip, grimacing at the taste. There was some sort of bitterness to it, one that she couldn't quite lay her finger on, but she quickly downed the rest of it so as to stay in Minsoo's good books. She had found out the hard way, how aggressive Minsoo could get when she was drunk. And she did not want to get herself beat up at some frat party ten miles away from home.

'Yoohyeon,' Sugyeong called her name. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Minsoo whispering something in Sugyeong's ear. 'Uh,' the girl seemed to hesitate for a second before Minsoo elbowed her and urged her to go on. 'I... I dare you to strip.'

What the fuck?

It was definitely Minsoo's idea, but that didn't stop everyone from whooping in excitement and clapping their hands. The room spun. 'Yeah, do us a favor and strip,' the older girl echoed.

Yoohyeon stared at her hands in her lap as she tried to come up with a plausible answer. 'I'm not comfortable', Minsoo would most likely not care. 'Fuck off' was definitely going to give her a black eye, and 'What's stripping?' would make her sound like an idiot. Besides, she'd be given a mere explanation and still be pushed to do it anyways.

She played with the hem of her sleeve, indecisive. Minsoo watched her expectantly.

Slowly she removed her coat, then her jumper. Minsoo motioned for her to continue. She looked around and realised everyone's eyes were on her - Not Sugyeong, not Minsoo, not the stupid couple making out on the couch. No, they were all looking at her.

Her head pounded, sharp and heavy. She gulped and reached behind to unclasp her bra, shivering as the cold air hit her exposed skin.

'Okay, I think that's enough,' Yoohyeon felt someone grip her arm to stop her. It was the friendly-looking girl from before. 'You told her to strip, you didn't say how much.'

'You do realise stripping means to completely undress oneself?' Minsoo interjected, rolling her eyes.

'Yeah, but this is a party, not a fucking strip club,' The girl showed no signs of backing down. 'So either you apologise to Yoohyeon, or-'

'Jeez, Gahyeon, you're no fuuun,' Dongjun cut in. He stood up unsteadily, obviously hammered. 'My turn!'

'Actually, it's Yoohyeon's,' This time, it was a blue-haired girl sitting next to Gahyeon who spoke up. Yoohyeon stared at her, dumbfounded. 'She did her dare, so it's her turn now.'

Dongjun waved his hand dismissively. 'My party, my rules. And I say we drop this lame game and get this party started for real!' He grabbed his empty bottle, clumsily waving it in the air. 'Who's up for a game of Spin the Bottle?'

Everyone nodded or muttered in agreement, a few even going out of their way to cheer and whistle loudly. Dongjun started the game, giving a bottle a long and hard spin. Her stomach churned as she watched the bottle spin around, silently praying that it wouldn't land on her.

Her prayers were left unanswered as the bottle came to her side of the circle and eventually spun to a stop, landing right on...

'Kim Yoohyeon,' Dongjun announced, his lips curling into a wicked smile. Oh no. Please, not me again. Yoohyeon slowly inched backwards as Dongjun made his drunken self over to her, grabbing her arm and forcing her to stand up. 'Wait-' She barely had time to protest before she was slammed into the wall behind her, Dongjun wasting no time leaning in and smashing his lips on hers.

She thought she could hear cheering in the background, but at this point her head was ringing way too much to be sure. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw up. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and still Dongjun showed no signs of stopping.

'Hey, let's get back to the game-' She managed to let out before she was met with a cold slap across the face. 'No, we're not done here,' Dongjun pushed her back against the wall, eyes glazed over with desire. He tightened his grip around her bare waist as he kissed her even more roughly this time, pulling her closer and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Yoohyeon squirmed in discomfort, thrashing her whole body in an attempt to free herself from his grip. As he moved backwards to unbuckle his pants, she took the chance to kick his crouch area as hard as she could.

'Fuck!' Dongjun cursed, falling backwards onto the carpet. He curled up in pain, and while he was distracted Yoohyeon seized the opportunity to dash towards the door. She had barely made it through the first layer of spectators before Dongjun lunged at her, punching her hard and knocking her onto the ground.

Her head throbbed. He raised his fist again.

She shut her eyes tightly, already expecting the worst.