I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Paper Hearts

Ona's Perspective

I have never been to a party. Let alone a party that involved a bunch of random individuals that seemed to not care how they acted.

When I walked through the front door of the home, all I could see were people crowded along the sides of the house, cups in their hands, most likely filled with bitter poison, and music that violently rattled my mind. I stayed close in between Jimin and Jungkook, not wanting someone to bump into me or a glare to be sent my way.

As we passed by a bunch of people, I could see some of the men's eyes looking my way and I wanted so badly to wrap myself in a huge blanket to escape their penetrating stares. This is why I never dared to wear something like this. I didn't want to feel like this. Ever.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked from beside me. I smiled at my dongsaeng and grabbed his hand, squeezing it to make myself feel better.

"Just a bit uncomfortable." I said. I saw Jimin and Hoseok take off, leaving me with Jungkook, Taehyung, Sky and Yoongi. Namjoon and Jin had ran upstairs after someone had shouted they were playing some form of drinking game. Well, Namjoon basically dragged the older boy.

"Just stay with me, Noona." Jungkook smiled down at me, pulling off the black blazer he wore and making me put it on. I quietly thanked him and immediately felt so much better once I was covered. Jungkook was always sweet, never really being a hardcore person like Taehyung or Namjoon, nor tried to be experimental like Jimin, Hoseok, and Jin. He wasn't even as quiet as Yoongi. He was his own person and I loved that. I was glad to be his friend.

I looked up to see Taehyung scanning the whole place, as if he was on red alert.

"Tae?" I called out to him, trying to make my voice louder than the pounding music. He turned to me, as if he was surprised I was here. He glanced at Jungkook's jacket around my shoulders. He glared at it as if his eyes were able to shoot out beaming red lazers. "Is something wrong?"

"Aniyo," He shook his head, his fringe swaying ever so lightly. "I'm just trying to find a place for us to relax for a while." He gave me his small side smile I haven't seen in a while.

"It's way too crowded here for my liking." I yelled at him. The music was making it way too difficult to speak. My head was starting to feel like it had its own drums because of the hard beat thrumming through the house.

"Jungkook, you should come this way." Sky smiled to the younger boy and dragged him off, his eyes wide and his lips muttering something but I couldn't hear.

"Want a drink?" Taehyung asked me, grabbing my elbow to drag me off to the small, dimmed kitchen. There weren't as many people in here but it smelled of sickeningly sweet alcohol along with the bitter scent of body odor. I gasped as Taehyung pulled me close to him as a couple stumbled past us. My face was basically nuzzled into his chest; the smell of the other partygoers dispersing as I was met with the strong scent of Taehyung's sandalwood cologne, creating a euphoric state of mind to erupt in my brain.

"Ona? Jagiya, you alright?" I thought it was someone calling me that, until I saw Taehyung looking down at me, his eyes hooded with concern as he scanned my face. What did he call me? I blinked several times before nodding and moving away, only to be dragged back by his arm, picked up by the waist, and put on top of the cold countertop. The way his fingers dug into my small hips made me squirm from being ticklish but also from embarrassment as the eccentric butterflies worked up in my stomach.

He called me Jagiya. He used to call me that when I was younger because I knew he liked it when I would get embarrassed. Any form of affection from guys had wound me up to make a rose blush to appear on my pale cheeks. Was it trying to do that now? But he seemed actually concerned.