Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 20

A/N: I love writing party scenes, so I will probably be writing about this in future updates as well

The music is loud as I drag Yoongi away from the sight of his ex girlfriend and that guy standing so close together. For some reason I feel bad for him, something that I have never felt for him before. I look behind me one more time and see the girl and the guy kissing, my eyebrows furrowing in slight contempt. 

Now, don't get it twisted, I still don't like Yoongi. I just feel bad for him. From what JImin said about Yoongi, when I was actually willing to listen to him that is, he said that Yoongi treated his ex girlfriend like a princess. He was the most caring guy in the world towards her, and he was surprised as to why she had left him in the first place.

I think I have an answer to that....she was a gold digger hoe who was only into him because of the gifts he would give her. Once she found someone who was willing to give her more, she left Yoongi just like that. I may not like Yoongi, but I dislike girls like her even more. 

It is obvious that Yoongi still has feelings for her despite her not being interested in him. He is blinded by his infatuation with her, unable to see her for who she really is. Just knowing that myself makes me that much angrier with the girl in question. She doesn't deserve him.

I sit Yoongi down on a chair in the living room, watching as he blankly stares at all of the people dancing and having a good time. I can't stand seeing him like this when he is usually loud and opinionated as he borders on the edge of being unbearably annoying. I also feel bad about bringing this mood on him. He wouldn't be like this if I hadn't doubted him.

I sigh, standing up from my seat and adjusting my skirt. 

"I'm going to go get us some drinks, ok?" I ask with my voice slightly raised over the loud pounding of the music. He doesn't even look up at me, simply nodding his head with the same sad look on his face. I roll my eyes before walking towards the kitchen and back closer to where the girl is still standing. I hesitate before stopping to watch them, my hip popped out to the side as I observe their movements. 

I notice that most of the girls in that group are cheerleaders. Some of them are your typical spoiled rich bitches though. They laugh and dance in their tight little circle, their cups raised in their hands. I roll my eyes again as Clara, the bitch from my first period who tried to trip me my first day, clings onto the girl Yoongi dated. They must be close, which is fitting since they are both attention seeking--oh god. just looking at them is making me mad.

The song ends and the girl turns fully towards me, waving while mouthing that she will be right back. Now I remember her. She was the cheerleader that knocked me over on my first day of school. The one that is supposedly best friends with Clara. I still can't remember her name though. 

I smirk to myself as she walks over to the bathrooms, leaving her boy toy all by himself. I think its time for me to have a little bit of fun. I walk over to him, changing my direction and walking past the kitchen where all of the drinks are. She thinks she has all of the guys in the palm of her pompom holding hand. Lets see how tight of a leash she has on this guy.

I sway my hips a little bit more when I see that I've caught his attention, playing with the end of my ponytail. It looks like the leash isn't tight at all. On closer inspection, I realize that he is pretty attractive with his strong looking build and sharp facial features. He isn't nearly as hot as my boyfriend, or Yoongi for that matter, but he isn't that bad looking either.

"Hey, what's your name?" he asks as I stop in front of him. I have to be careful with how I approach him. People saw me come in with Yoongi holding my hand. If I go too far, they could accuse me of cheating and then I can kiss my position on the basketball team goodbye. 

"My name's Bonhemian. I don't think we have met before" I say while holding out my hand for him to shake. He takes it in his own and shakes it. I internally scoff when I see his eyes looking me up and down, them lingering on my legs and the small amount of cleavage I have displayed. 

"I'm Suho, its nice to meet you....do you wanna dance?" he asks, stepping closer to me. I smile widely at how easy that was, nodding my head as he begins to lead me over to the dance floor. We are suddenly stopped, Clara holding onto his wrist and preventing him from moving.

"What do you think you are doing? What about your girlfriend?"

I smirk at her as she turns her gaze on me, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Nothing is going to happen. Besides, we are just dancing."