Imagines

✘ House Party - Namjoon

You step into the crowded open house party with your boyfriend, Namjoon, by your side.
You both take in the scene ahead of you silently. Sweaty, mostly drunk, bodies gyrating to the thumping music coming from several large speakers placed around the area moved together as one. You pull down your skin-tight little black dress, feeling a sudden pang of regret.

'Why did I come here?' You think to yourself.

At least you brought along Namjoon. You sigh softly in slight relief as your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist protectively.

You both make your way through the crowd, trying not to get too close to anyone. Your friend from college suddenly appears in your view, smiling widely as she makes her way over to you. When she approaches, she engulfs you in a tight squeeze. You can smell the alcohol on her as she finally releases you from her embrace. She then gives Namjoon an excited wave.

"Y/N, you came!" She yelled, trying to speak over the loud music.

You nod and rub your shoulder nervously. "I wish I didn't" You mumble under your breath.

Namjoon chuckles at your almost inaudible comment. "Don't be like that, babe" he teases. He lets go of your waist and places a gentle kiss on your temple. "I'll go get you a drink, maybe it'll help."

You smile and nod at his sweet gesture, but then you grimace as you realize that you are left alone with your heavily intoxicated friend.

"Come on, let's go say hi to the others," she squeals as she tugs you along behind her.
You frown lightly as you are forced to socialize with your other college-mates.

She pulls you to a large group of wasted youth, who send big smiles your way. You greet them with a small wave as you plaster a smile on your face, not wanting to seem rude.

"Hey guys, look who actually came!" Your friend basically shouts, gesturing to you.

You squirm uncomfortably as all of their eyes practically glue to you and your body.

'I shouldn't have worn this,' is all that you keep repeating to yourself in your mind.

Your friend encourages you to sit with the group and you comply, hesitantly. Sitting next to a guy you've seen in a few of your classes, you look around for Namjoon, but to your dismay, he was nowhere in sight.

The blonde guy grins at you in his tipsy state and you brush off the uneasy feeling rising in your chest. You try to focus on what your friend is saying to the rest of the group as she flares her hands around, but you can feel the heavy stare of the guy next to you, of whom you cannot recall his name.

You turn to him finally to look him straight in his face, you tilt your head to the side, sending him a glare that screams, 'what do you want?' The guy with no name just smiles at you, subtly inching closer.

You put your hand in the air, creating an imaginary divider between the two of you.
"This is my space, stay out of it." You tell him, annoyance dripping from your voice.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your lap. You ignore it for a second, still pissed off.

Your friend finally looks at you. She raises an eyebrow as she sees the amused look on the guy's face. "Greg, she has a boyfriend. Leave her alone," she says in an obvious tone.

You smile in content as you nod at your friend's statement. You finally look back down at your phone and open the text that you had put off earlier.

One message from Namjoon.

Where was he anyway?

You shrugged and opened the message.

Namjoonie:
Hey, so in case there was any confusion.
You're mine.