I took a swing at the champaign without anyone noticing. Although what jimin said might have been true, I can't be caught drinking by Mr.soo. What would he think of me , a delinquent.
"So-" spoke up a voice, catching my attention. I turned to see a smiling Hoseok. "Where did that loser find a pretty girl like you." He said while taking my champaign glass from my hand and taking a swing.
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I wonder how I should play my cards. If I'm too nice some of them won't take me seriously, but if I'm too stuck up, then I'll just annoy them.
"I um, I was your father's secretary's daughter. The one that passed away." I said studying his reaction. He moved his finger and looked upwards with his eyes as if trying to fit the pieces together and then finally smiling once he understood.
"Wow well that was a mouthful. I'm sorry for you loss." He said seeming like he truly meant it. I nodded my head and took my glass from and taking a sip.
"Wow such a bold girl, you seemed like a goodie two shoes." He said winking at me. I felt my stomach start to flutter at his sudden gesture. " Just trying to get through the night." I said to myself.
"What was that?" He said not catching what I said. "Nothing." I said innocently and glancing around the crowed.
"So what are you really doing here? Trying to get set up with one of us? Pfft I don't even understand how I'm his son, let alone having 6 annoying half brothers." He scoffed while aggressive taking back my glass and chugging it.
"Woah there, you don't want to get caught and cause a scene." I said taking the glass back from him and placing it on a tray. He turned and simply smiled at me while leaning closer towards my ear.
"I guess I was wrong, you are a goodie two shoes. Don't worry about me, baby girl." He said huskily and walked away. I shook my head and cupped my warm cheeks, already feeling them become red and hot. I need some fresh air. I feel like my lungs aren't receiving any oxygen. I mean how could I? I've been talking to good looking guys all evening.
I made my way towards the balcony that was more towards the back of the venue. I walked out and grabbed on the railing really tight while shutting my eyes. Just breathe, all you need to do is get threw this one night and you'll be fine.
"Already stressing are we? I bet you won't even last a week." Said a voice with pure venom. I looked up and saw a guy with small hoop earnings and hair swept to a side slightly. His hands were shoved into his pocket as his back leaned against the railing a few feet away from me.
This must be jungkook, the rudest one amongst the 7 boys. He definitely didn't look too friendly. I straightened my posture and and looked away from him. But if I show him this side, he won't listen to me when it comes to helping him change.
"I'm not stressing, it's just really crowded in there." I said trying to brush it off. I could feel my presence unwanted as he just kept starring me up and down. I started feeling uncomfortable and went back inside. I felt a hand roughly pull my hand back in the balcony and pushed me up against it. I felt my heart drop as I could feel myself almost falling off as the cool breeze pushed against my face. Jungkook reached his other hand over towards my face as the other held my waist firmly.
