To her, he's a narcissist, annoying - a friend of a friend. It wasn't until recently that she started to notice him, but even then, he was still just a friend. But in Jungkook's mind, Clementine is his only desire, and nothing will get in his way...
There was something intoxicating about parties. Was it the freedom or energy, maybe the unknown connections? Everything was heightened; the adrenaline pumping through everyone's bodies.
The sounds of laughter and loud music pulsated through the air, making the house feel unnaturally warm. There was no ounce of responsibilities, just the freedom to do whatever felt best. The feeling was sort of euphoric, like coming down from a high. Bodies swayed to the deep bass, drinks flowed freely, and conversations blended smoothly.
My body felt an exhilarating lightness with each sip of beer. The bass echoed through the house, pulling me into a deep trance. I followed the crowed back and forth and back and forth, my hips swaying effortlessly to the beats.
"Clementine," a loud voice boomed. "Glad to see the beautiful Ms. President could make it." It was Namjoon, my student body vice president, standing confidently at the center of the room, a drink in his hand and a playful grin on his face. The crowd parted slightly as he gestured dramatically, drawing attention to me. He was definitely intoxicated. Namjoon strolled over with a few of his friends, making his way toward my group.
"What could he possibly want," Elle said next to me. Elle was never a fan of Namjoon or his group. Something about cheating and adultery; in all honesty, I'm pretty sure it was just rumors.
"I don't know, but be nice. We are at his house," I softly whispered, loud enough for her to hear.
"Clementine. Elle. Florence. How are my favorite girls," Namjoon jokingly said, a playful hint in his eyes. His presence radiated confidence, making it easy to capture anyone's attention, especially Florence. "You all look stunning tonight. Girls, can I steal Clementine real quick? I'll bring her back unharmed." He leaned in, an infectious grin spreading on his face, making it impossible not smile back, except for Elle. Florence eagerly nodded, in which Namjoon gently kissed the back of her hand.
"Come on, Namjoon," I said. It was obvious how Florence felt. Namjoon knew. Everyone knew. He just didn't care like all the boys at our university. Before I could get another word out, Namjoon already had my hand in his grip, dragging me to the second floor. "Namjoon, where are you taking me," I softly asked.
"Don't worry your pretty little head," he said, as he patted the top of my head. "I won't let anything happen to little Ms. Rich and Popular." I playfully rolled my eyes at the never ending nicknames.
I've known Namjoon since we were kids. Our family owns multiple businesses together; our fathers were best friends back in the day. In our early years, our friendship has always been marked by competition - best grades, the most achievements, literally anything that could be made into a winner-loser scenario. It wasn't until university that we both realized it was a complete waste of time. Since then, we've forged a deeper bond, academically. I still think him and his friends are pieces of shit, but no one can deny that he's brilliant.
Namjoon stopped in front of wooden door, which I assumed led to a bedroom. "Joon, I see you as a brother that I tolerate," I quickly said. Namjoon bursted out in laughter to the point he used the wall as balance. I felt insulted. I'm a catch. I'm intelligent, beautiful and hilarious. Anyone would be lucky to fuck me.
"Clem, you are funny," he said through his laughs, while patting my back. "This is our man cave room. Come on." He placed his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me forward as he opened the door.
"Namjoon, what the fuck is this," I loudly said, causing heads to shift towards me. "This is more of a gentleman's club not a man cave. Does your father know," I asked Namjoon.
"Who do you think funded this," he replied with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure he's this way." I followed Namjoon through the dimly lit room, trying to avoid touching any surfaces. This room was full of objectification towards woman and unknown specimens. I was appalled. Disgusted. Annoyed.
"Yo, I brought her here," Namjoon said to the boy sitting on the sofa with a girl in between his legs. "Dude, a little decency. Clemmy here is innocent." Namjoon quickly ruffled my hair.
"Stop that," I said, swatting his hands away from my head. To be honest, I don't know where those hands have been, and I don't want to know. "Why am I here," I bluntly asked. I was pulled away from my friends, dragged up the stairs and now, in a 'man cave' full of sexually frustrated boys and half-naked women.
"Well, funny story Clem," Namjoon replied. As I looked at him in the eyes, I could tell he was trying to find something to say. "To be honest, my friend here wants to fuck you. He saw you yesterday walking to class. I told him you were a lost cause." Hurtful. "First, you are rich, popular, innocent, and you don't do one night stands, so why would you go for someone like him? Second, aren't you dating the captain of the lacrosse team?"
"To answer your questions, I don't date people based on looks. It's about personality, Namjoon. Not like you would know. Also, stop saying I'm rich, popular, and innocent. Those are like the worst three adjectives in the world. I'm more than the materialistic things around me. And second, no. We are just friends." I looked over at the boy sitting on the couch, obviously amused about my little outburst. "This is a waste of my time. I'll see you guys later." As I turned around, I heard aggressive whispers behind me and heavy footsteps following me.
A rough hand pulled me back. "Don't you want to know my name," the boy asked. Behind him was a disappointed girl sitting on the couch, throwing imaginary daggers at me. A face that I would not like to remember.
"Not really, but what's your name," I asked. A large smirk appeared on his lips. He bent down towards my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin.
"Jungkook."
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