The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

ONE

Amidst laughter and a hidden sense of panic, I jokingly responded, "Yell? I thought you would ask for a one-night stand with a random man" Although teasingly, I felt a bit uneasy inside..

"I won't go that far... crybaby. I'm saving you. Just imagine if he's some uncle or grandpa, and you are yelling at them," She laughed pointing at me, though i became little anxious.

"Then, I would do it in a way that won't offend them. But it's really boring. With due respect, I'm backing out. I'm going. I am occupied with other business. Let's go, Iseul." I excused myself, downing my drink while making my way out of the situation.

____________

Y/N's Pov:

I've no best friend, just a bunch of phony friends. Iseul, the girl who used to sit beside me in class and slowly became my close friend, almost like a best friend, was throwing her birthday party at a fancy five-star hotel. She's always fun to be around, and I admire her humility despite being wealthy.

At the party, we weren't playing truth or dare, we were just expressing ourselves, having drinks, and enjoying the festivities. However, things took a turn when one of the girls mocked me for being reclusive, hiding behind Iseul.

It hit me hard, making me wonder if maybe I am what they think I am – dependent on her. Feeling the need to prove myself, I retorted, "What do I need to do?" I was determined to show them that I don't need anyone as a shield.

Eunji suggested the dare, "So umm Yn, you must holler at the first man who passes through that door. I never saw you yelling, it would be fun." Her excitement was evident as she urged me to accept.

"Stop it, guys !! What the heck with this dare? How can anyone yell at anyone if there is nothing to yell on? I think you all are getting high." But Iseul, being the caring friend she is, held my hand, pressed it, and made facial expressions indicating that I should refuse.

"We need to stop this right here." she added, concerned for my well-being. I patted her hand, grateful for her support.

"I must say, the dare is rather juvenile and lacks any meaningful purpose. Excuse me, but I'm opting out," I asserted calmly, setting my drink aside and rising from my seat.

They chuckled condescendingly, insinuating that I couldn't handle the situation without Iseul's support. Feeling embarrassment and defiance, I filled my glass again, determined to prove them wrong.

"Very well, I'm open to whatever shit you suggest, but only for tonight," I declared, downing the entire drink and placing the glass down with a resolute smirk.

As if finding humor in their own mischief, one of them proposed a change to the dare, replacing yelling with kissing. Their gestures and cheers only added to my sense of unease, though Iseul seemed unimpressed by the spectacle.