Not Just Academic Rivals || Yang Jungwon x Female Reader

♡Chapter 5♡

— Jia's POV —

Turns out, everything could go wrong.

I stared at the huge mansion as I stood with a drunk guy outside. Minji was talking to a girl I didn't know, and Yunjin wasn't answering her phone. We were locked outside in the freezing cold. I shivered, hugging myself with my arms. Maybe wearing a spaghetti strapped black dress wasn't a good idea. My legs were warm from my stockings, but my arms were freezing and I didn't bring a jacket. I don't know why. Music was blasting and we could hear people laughing, singing, and shouting.

I rang the doorbell for the hundredth time, and finally the door opened, showing a maid. "Hello, you must be here for the party. I'm sorry, I couldn't hear the doorbell due to the noise. Come in!" She cheerfully invited, opening the door wide.

I called Minji as she ran up to me and dragged the other girl with her. "Jia, this is Nayeon!"

"Hi Nayeon, I'm Jia."

Nayeon giggled. "I've heard about you! Beating Jungwon and all. I'm your senior, but Yunjin is actually my tutor student. In other words, I'm her tutor."

I raised my eyebrows, walking through the crowd. "That was unexpected, I never knew Yunjin had a tutor."

Nayeon shrugged. "Anyways, see ya later, I'll go over to my friends!"

I smiled, turning back to see Minji, but she wasn't there anymore. I saw her dancing on the dance floor. I sighed, finding a seat and sitting down. This definitely isn't a chill party. People were dancing, people were making out, talking, drinking, or twerking. How chill. The lights were bright red, hurting my eyes. I already wanted to leave. I spotted Yunjin as I walked over to her. "Yunjin!"

She turned around, drunk. "Oh hey! Jia! How's the party!?" She yelled over the music. I winced at the volume.

"Umm, very chill." I answered sarcastically. She sheepishly smiled. "Happy birthday, by the way." I added.

"Thanks. Yeah, so my parents actually had to go on a business trip, so I decided to spice things up a bit. Actually, a lot. So! Do you drink?"

I shook my head. "I'm underaged. I'm seventeen."

Yunjin pouted. "Awh. You're pretty young though. I feel old. How did you get in 12th grade as seventeen?"

"Oh, I'm advanced. I started school at three."

"Okay, well have fun! I gotta go and shake that booty!" She yelled, walking off. I shrugged, taking my seat again. A few minutes later, I felt two hands on my shoulders as I was scrolling on my phone. I looked up to see a gangster looking guy. I glared at him, pushing his hands off.

"Want a drink?" He asked in a drunk tone. I stood up, taking my purse.

"No thanks, I'm good." I started running off until he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I looked him in the eye, death glaring. "Let. Me. Go."

"I'm not sure I want to . . ." The guy slurred. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want." I asked flatly.

"A dance, darling." He snickered.

I scoffed. "No, you are too old for my liking. Get a few hundred surgeries, rebuild your fashion taste, get a haircut, brush your freaking teeth, and get a different personality, then you can come back and I'll find you someone to dance with."

Taken aback, the man unconsciously loosened his grip so I took the chance and pulled my wrist harshly, running away. I went into the crowd of people dancing so he wouldn't find me. Phew, that guy stank. I looked up to meet my eyes with Jungwon's.

"Hey shortie, I saw your little date." He joked.

I frowned. "A girl is getting harassed and you decided to make a joke?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Oh! I didn't know that."

"Umm, if so, he's right behind you." He nervously answered, pointing his finger behind me. I slowly turned around to see the man right in front of my face, and he had a glass of Vodka in his hand. He spilled it on my dress, causing me to gasp.

"You little brat, you think you can get away? I haven't even tasted you yet." He said creepily. I was so creeped out, but before I could even say a word, I was being carried off. I watched the guy run after Jungwon who was currently carrying me.

"Yang freaking Jungwon, run!" I yelled over the music. I felt my chest tighten up, as I gasped for air. Uh oh. Did I mention my asthma attacks? Well yeah. I shouldn't have yelled cause it just made my last breath escape. I felt myself get thrown on the ground as I searched my body for my purse. My breathing escalated as I noticed that it was gone. My ears were clogging as I tried to figure out what Jungwon was saying. I squinted my eyes at him, confused. I pointed to my throat, gesturing that I couldn't breathe. "Get-p-purse-" I gasped out. He seemed to understand as he ran off to the hallways. I clutched my chest as my vision blurred, my head feeling light. It seemed like centuries later, the door slammed open as he handed it to me quickly. I rummaged through it, quickly finding my pump. I pumped it twice in my mouth as I gasped for air, laying my head back on the wall and closing my eyes. A minute or two later, I opened my eyes.

We sat in the silence until he spoke. "So, you have asthma?" He asked quietly. I nodded.

"Thanks by the way, Yang." I said, closing my purse.

"It's nothing. You owe me one though." He answered,

I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

Author's Note: Double update! Maybe 1 more?