Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 32 - Party

Thank you guys so much for 800 reads! Also, I know Suga's parts have been lacking... I'm sorry. He's kind of in prison, so yeah. I'll get to him in a bit, but first off, it's time for Namjoon's parent's party!

Your POV

When we walked toward his steps, I was clinging to his arm. It wasn't because I wanted to be near him, it was all of the stares I was receiving. They unsettled me, made me want to hide behind someone.

"(Y/N), they're just wondering whether or not we're dating," Namjoon chuckled. "Or why you're wearing a leather jacket that looks like that. Clinging to my arm isn't going to stop them."

I stepped away from him in a second. "Sorry, I'm just nervous... I've never been to one of these."

He smiled, placing my hand back on his arm. "Then I'm glad to show you a whole new world of expensive things and pompous asses."

I snorted, then quickly covered my mouth. His content smile still rested on his face.

"Stop smiling, it's scary."

He blinked before laughing.

I smack his arm. "I'm not that funny."

He wipes one of his eyes. "You really are, considering my life is typically full of harsh 'humor' that can only solicit nervous laughs to not piss someone off. It's not actually funny, it just puts down the other person."

We then walked up his steps, me struggling a little in the small heels he bought me. I was still wearing the leather jacket, even if the dress and it didn't exactly go. I didn't really care about that, though, I was more comfortable in the jacket than I was the skirt.

We entered his front doors and I couldn't stop myself from gasping. There were so many people in his once vast and expansive foyer. It looked small now and I couldn't see any of the floor.

I tucked myself closer to Namjoon.

"Where do you want to hang out? By the food and drinks?"

I nodded, the nerves making me a trembling mess. I could deal with thugs and literally life threatening things, but a party full of rich people was making me come undone. I make so much sense.

"(Y/N), my biceps are big and all, but I don't think gripping them that tightly is good."

I immediately disengage with a jump. "Sorry."

We're still heading to the table when someone who looks our age walks up.

He shakes Namjoon's hand with a smile. "Hey, Namjoon! How have you been?"

Namjoon offers a courteous smile that I can tell is fake. "Hey, Seobin. I'm good. How's your girlfriend?"

"Which one?"

They both laugh, and I can feel the simple tension. This is what I feel before someone gets hurt during a fistfight. Here, it was just words, but the tension was no easier.

"And who is this sexy beast?"

I shifted uneasily from foot to foot, unsure of how to answer. Do I punch him in the face, the balls, or do I smile and offer my name? I was never prepped on how to be courteous, most of my problems could be solved by me beating someone.

"She's my girlfriend, so don't try to flirt," Namjoon replied, a light undertone of ice in his voice.

Seobin stepped closer, towering over me. "How long have you had her? Do I get the sloppy seconds after you break her heart?"

Namjoon pulled me back onto his chest, a possessive grip on my shoulders. "I told you already. No."

He shrugged and lifted his hands. "Being more professional now? Your parents finally make you into the well groomed business assholes they all are?"