Twisted - JJK

ch four

It's been a couple days since the 'double date' with Jungkook and Namjoon. I haven't seen either one of them on campus, which was unexpected since Namjoon is on the student council. Just on time, the soft buzz of my phone alerted me to a text.

namjoon
hey clemmy! party at my place normal time!

♡

The music pulsed in the distance, blending with the laughter and chatter of people spilling out onto the lawn. The house was alive with energy, colored lights strung across the yard. I stepped inside, immediately trying to find Elle and Flo. The warmth of the crowd and the scent of snacks wafted through the air.

"Emmy! You made it," Elle shouted over the loud music, waving me over to the center of the dance floor.

"Of course! I wouldn't leave you guys here all alone," I jokingly replied. "I need a drink." I followed the scent of alcohol and food to the kitchen. I grabbed a red plastic cup and looked at all the options. Nothing looked interesting.

"Here," a deep voice said behind me, making me jump a little.

"Jungkook," I said. "Not upstairs?" I mocked.

"Haha funny. I made this for you," he said. He handed me a red plastic cup full of a red liquid. I stared at him, skeptical. "I didn't do anything to it. I feel like we got on the wrong foot. I want to get to know you. Wanna go somewhere quiet," he asked. I had nothing else to do. We made our way through the crowd, going to the second floor. I was skeptical, but as we passed the door to the man cave, I became more intrigued. We stopped in front of a very similar door. "This is my room," he said.

"You live with Namjoon," I softly asked, as we walked into his room. It was simplistic; it had a bed, desk, couch, and TV. There was nothing out of place. It looked spotless, everything in its right place.

"I don't have a place yet. I've known Namjoon since I was thirteen, so ten years." As I looked around his room, the most surprising thing about all of this is his change in attitude. "How do you know Namjoon," he asked, trying to get to know me. It made sense why Namjoon was his topic of choice, it was our only connection.

"Our families know each other through businesses. His father and my father are best friends, which in proxy makes Namjoon and I close," I said staring at all of his decor, touching everything I could. "Do you go to university since you saw me walking to class?"

"No. I just came to visit Namjoon, and I saw you," he replied, thinking about that day. All I could do was stare at him. Who is this person? His demeanor was completely different. I actually felt comfortable being around him alone. "Who's this Jack guy?"

"It's Jake, and nothing. We are just friends, and that's all we will ever be," I quietly said. I was lying to myself; I wanted to be more than friends, but I'm not going to ruin a perfectly happy relationship. If I wasn't at this party, I would be at home, self-loathing with a tub of ice cream. "I should go. My friends are probably looking for me," I suggested, walking towards the door.

Just as I was about to open the door, a loud knock echoed through the room, followed by the door opening. "Kook, the bitch is ready for some fun in the pleasure room," a man said, obviously drunk but full of excitement. I've seen the man around. He's always hanging around Namjoon. Can't remember his name though. The unknown man suddenly realized I was standing there. "No way! Kook, you fucked Ms. Perfect." Great, another annoying nick name. "Hi, my name is Jimin." He held out his hand, which I looked at in disgust. Knowing he was just in that nasty room, made me want to leave quicker.

"Hi, Jimin. Jungkook and I did nothing. I was just leaving," I said, making my way towards the actual party.

"Emmy, where did you go," Elle said, grabbing my wrist.

"Just wasting my time," I said.

"CLEMENTINE, THE LIFE OF THE PARTY! EVERYONE SAY HI TO MADDAM PRESIDENT," Namjoon screamed on top of his expensive coffee table. He was devouring a handful of chips while dropping beer on the poor people below him.

"HI, MADDAM PRESIDENT," the crowd screamed. I chucked, a hint of embarrassment creeping onto my face. I was way too sober for this. I needed a drink, something to make me forget this moment.