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Eleventh Cliché

It was a Friday night and Jungkook was having a hard time...

Specifically he was having a hard time with his childhood friend, the local recluse and troublemaker monk.

"No..." Mia Jung whined.

"Come on." Jungkook tugged on Mia's hands as she literally sat on the floor struggling against her childhood friend, but it was to no avail. He was just too strong.

"Let go, Kook." Mia glared at the male as he hoisted her up easily, as if she didn't weight over 20 pounds. Was she a sack of 2 lbs potatoes?

"Let's go." Jungkook was worried slightly if Mia's neighbor would come into the hallway anytime soon. He was pretty sure that it looked like he was trying to kidnap Mia or something. The last thing he needed was someone to call the police and make them even more late to the party. "Or do you want me to put you over my shoulders?"

Mia groaned as she shook her head quickly. She definitely did not want that.

So Mia was forcibly obliged into it, but that did not mean that she had to go quietly. She was going to whine, all through the night. She would make it her goal of the night.

"I don't want to go to the party. Since when have I ever wanted to go and get drunk?" Mia asks as they enter the elevator.

"Never. This is why...you should go with me." Jungkook wanted Mia to come. There would be hundreds of people and Mia needed a night out. With him...it had nothing to with the fact that he wanted to see Mia smashed.

It would be fun—for him at least.

"No." Mia frowned. "Jungkook you know he's going to be there. I don't want to be in the same room as him."

"It's not a room, it's an entire club. And Taehyung will probably be in some private room getting laid. Come with me. Please?" Jungkook begged with his wide eyes. He reminded her of the rabbit from the animated deer movie.

"It's not like I have a choice do I?" Mia groaned as she lowered the dress that was rising up. "This dress is ridiculously short. Jungkook, I feel like a slut."

"Be one for once..." He muttered joking of course, but Mia had heard and slapped him hard on the back. There had been a loud clapping sound that rang in the elevator. "Ouch...did you have to hit that hard?"

"You deserved it." Mia muttered as she folded her arms over her breasts.

"Fine. Fine. No wonder Taehyung wants payback, you must have bruised him. Bruised his pretty face." Mia scoffed at that. "I can still feel the pain from you hitting me. It's coursing through my body in waves." He whined.

"Shut up. I didn't even hit you that hard." Mia grumbled as she got out of the elevator before Jungkook. "You're buying the drinks right?"

"Yeah." Jungkook grinned, getting distracted by the topic of alcohol, as he led Mia out into the cold. "You're going to drink with me?" He gleefully asked.

"Why not?" Mia shrugged as she got in the taxi that he had gotten for the two of them. "I ain't going to be in the same room as that loser while sober."

"You're not going to see him, Mia. You won't." He promised. "I won't let you near him."

"Wait, should I even be going with you? Wouldn't people talk?"

"No. Not anymore. Since you slapped Taehyung and Jimin saved you, people aren't going to talk. If anyone asks, I forced you to come with me." He winked grinning.

Mia would have been blushing if she had been smitten by the male. She wasn't so Jungkook was only getting on Mia's nerves. Mia groaned as she felt that nothing good was going to come out of this.