The evening continues on with an atmosphere of crazy chatter and loud laughter.
With the exception of my silent presence contaminating oxygen.
"Are you alright?" I hear a low voice, whisper in my ear.
The light feel of Park Jimin's lips surround my ears as his voice travels through them. I almost jump in slight shock. Instant paralysis traps my body with no remorse. Tossing a glance at his smiling face, I nod quickly.
His handsome face is close. Too close. How can one look so gorgeous?
Backing away from me, he smiles and offers a spoon of kimichi. Opening my mouth, I take it without a thought.
"Oh, making a move already, hyung?" Taehyung winks.
"Shut up. She's mine." Hoseok yells out.
"Whatever. I already had a head start." Yoongi states.
"What do you mean?" Jin asks.
"I was in her room."
Jisoo chokes on her food as Namjoon takes her plate away from her and slaps her back gently.
"WHAT! YOU? YAH. DON'T LIE." she throws a napkin at Yoongi who smirks.
"It wasn't like that!" My voice rises as everybody chucks questioning stares at me.
"What happened?" Taehyung shakes Yoongi by his shoulders which results in a response of annoyance.
"Aishhh. This kid. So annoying. Waeeee?" His voice drags out as he pushes giggling Tae off of him.
All the boys egg him on to tell.
"Her alarm clock woke me up. So I went in."
"What's her room like?"
"I was trying to turn her alarm clock off so I couldn't snoop. But her dresser is interesting."
He smirks again.
Oh, shit.
"She had a red lace underwear and bra. Victoria Secret shit. She dresses expensive."
The boys hoot in laughter while Jimin smirks.
"Guess that answers the question of Naughty or Nice." Jimin laughs as he nudges me.
"What else was there?"
"YOONGI!" My voice rises several octaves in burning shame.
"Like I said. Interrupted." Yoongi responds, frowning.
"By what?"
"Jungkook."
Everybody diverts their attention who just sits and shrugs. I do it too, shamelessly. My focus stays on him.
'You're stupid' my conscience states forcefully, reminding me of how foolish I'm acting right now.
'He cheated on you. Don't waste time on him. Stop looking at him.'
The swirling tornado of thoughts in my head continues.
"Golden Maknae strikes again!"
"Is she your girl already, Jungkook?" Jimin teases.
"She will be." Jungkook says calmly while looking at me.
NO, NO, I WILL NOT BE!
His eyes hold mine again, trapping me into an eternity of anxiety. They look dangerously dark.
"Yah! Don't get any ideas, idiots. She already had her heart broken once. That was her first and last time. Don't take them seriously, Asia. They're just flirty fuckboys."
Yes. Yes, they are.
Especially their damned youngest.
The golden boy.
Jeon Jungkook.
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Hold Me Higher
Fanfiction"I hate you!" I scream as anger rushes through my veins, escaping through my voice as a hurling source of frantic frenzy. "I hate myself too." he mumbles back, before trapping me with his dangerously dark eyes. His hands grab my wrist and pull me...
