stuffie [ Yoonkook/Sugakookie ] ☆BANG BANGTAN AWARDS☆

Eighteen

The water made my skinny jeans cling to my skin and my shirt flowed freely beneath the water but stuck to my skin above the surface. I decided to stay in the corner since I wouldn't have to deal with girls throwing themselves on me because none of them wanted to ruin their dresses.

Hoseok came by eventually and handed me a drink, though he obviously already had too much to drink. I politely declined and he shrugged and brought it over to Jimin, who also had too much to drink. The party was supposed to last until midnight -- from eight thirty to midnight.

At some point in the night, a girl had come to sit by me and I lied to keep her away. I told her that my boyfriend was at the party, and when I said it was Suga hyung she went to go hit on Jimin. Even though Jimin was hitting on Taehyung and giggling and hiccupping wildly.

I stayed alone the whole time after that girl showed up, until the final hour of the party hit. I was nearly asleep when I felt someone come so dangerously close to me that our bodies were touching. I swallowed down a lump in my throat and tried to back away until I realized that I was trapped in the corner.

"Mm, relax," a deep voice soothed, and my eyes finally focused on black and white stripes and mint green hair. It was Suga hyung. His arms hung loosely around my neck and he leaned his forehead against my shoulder, but his thigh was pressed too close to private areas and he was nearly pressing himself against my thigh.

"Hyung," I breathed, feeling my tight skinny jeans beginning to grow even more uncomfortably tight around my waistline. My mind was racing with so many thoughts on all of the things that could happen and the one thing that was happening.

"Relax, Jungkookie," his deep voice soothed so that only I could hear. I could feel his plump, pink lips trailing kisses up my neck and I couldn't do anything more but stand as still as the trunk of a tree. Yoongi's hands began to wander and I looked at Namjoon as my cheeks heated up. My face had to be as red as his swimming shorts, which almost looked like a neon kind of red.

"Hy-Hyung," I pleaded, "you're not thinking straight, please get off of me. You'll regret this in the morning if you continue." I panicked, but I don't move, and Namjoon seemed a bit too intoxicated to know what to do either so he laughed and slurred something to Seokjin as he pointed at the two of us.

"What do you mean?" Yoongi questioned, but he didn't stop. He dragged his teeth over the base of my neck and my breath hitched in my throat. Seokjin had stumbled out of the swimming pool and was already behind me.

"Do you boys need a room? We have a guests room, and you're always welcome to that one," Jin grinned, slurring a couple of his words. Great.

"Sure," Yoongi grinned against my skin and managed to pull himself out of the pool. "Come on Jungkook, don't be so shy all the time. You looked so lonely..." he trailed off, attempting weakly to try and pull me out of the pool.

"Yoongi, let's go home," I said firmly as I pulled my weight out over the side of the pool and then stood. I helped up the pale boy and slung one of his arms over my shoulders, grabbed his car keys from the table, and then carried him down the driveway and to his car. We both were drenched from the pool water and we reeked of chlorine.

"Jungkook, you're no fun," Yoongi whined and leaned his head against the window in the passengers seat. His damp hair left droplets on the window as his head lolled to the side on a turn. The rest of the car ride was silent.

I slung his arm over my shoulders again as I helped him stumble inside and change clothes, which got too difficult after a little bit so I had to leave him in only a T-shirt. I also changed clothes and then climbed into bed.

"Jungkook," Yoongi whispered, draping an arm over my waist and one leg over my thigh.

"Yes?"

"I love you."