Thinspo {j.j.k.}

Embarrassment

The sounds of my heels clicked on the hard ground beneath my feet as I made my way down a crowded sidewalk with my phone in hand. I tried my best to navigate around each body that stood in my way. Slow walkers, people that stopped suddenly while walking, and people jumping around, excited for the aura that Gangnam gave off at nightfall.

People around me dressed in short skirts and tee shirts, a laid-back style as they hung out with their friends. A few people were dressed in skin-tight clothing as they headed off to clubs. I must have stood out with my blue flowy and short dress that ended a few inches above my knee. My hair tied up into a long sleek ponytail and diamond earrings dangling down.

I was alone. I kept glancing at my lit up phone in the darkness as I continued to contort my body around each passing person. My eyes scanned the address on the screen over and over again.

I felt sorry for what I had done almost immediately after I had read the heartwarming note. How can one boy make me feel so loved yet so absolutely rage-filled? I only told myself I would be doing this for Nari. Nari had texted me the address herself because I had been too embarrassed to ask Jungkook. Not after I had practically torn up his note in front of him without reading it. I still remembered the look in his eyes that I caught a glimpse of before he turned his head away. He looked like a lost bunny. His eyes hinted with disappointment and regret. It was my turn to feel the regret.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me to show up. I could only picture him asking me to leave. After all, why would he want the girl who rejected him to end up showing up pitifully after embarrassing him in front of his close friend and the rest of the class?

I soon halted and looked up from my bright phone to face the well-lit storefront. I could see through the window. There were a lot of people inside. There seemed to be a dance floor and a bar area. Tables rested in the background where I could point out familiar faces. My phone shut off, sliding it into my purse as I slowly pushed open the heavy glass door to be faced with the loud sounds of music from the dance floor and the lingering smell of food, only a hint of alcohol. I couldn't even hear the click of my heels anymore as I slowly walked past each sweaty form, maneuvering myself to the back where I saw tables and people eating. The lights were dim, but there were more lighting closer to where people were eating due to little dim lights that lit up above the tables. 

The smell of food grew heavier and my stomach rumbled, only causing me to hold it in pain as I tried not to focus on the smell. The sound of the music faded the closer I approached the dining area thankfully. I could finally hear myself let out a soft sigh as my eyes scanned the area. Table after table. I recognized faces as people I passed by in the halls every day, but never really knew. Finally, as if on cue, my eyes landed on the famous Jungkook. He had his elbow resting on the small table as he stared at the glass of ice water in front of him. His menu was flat on the wooden table, but he didn't appear to be searching it. His mind was on other things. I could see the corners of his blank eyes from where I stood stationary. 

Why wasn't he talking to everybody else?

This party was for him.

He finally lifted the straw of his water to his pink lips as soon as our eyes met. He froze and I made a small cough that I knew wasn't audible to him from this distance. His doe-like eyes scanned my form for a split second before making eye contact, his lips still wrapped around the thin black straw. I turned my head after a few seconds to break the awkward eye contact.

I let out a small sigh to muster up the courage to walk over. Just as I straightened out my back and began to turn my head back to the table, I felt a slim hand rest itself on my bare shoulder. I jumped a bit in shock and looked up quickly. Instantly, a sour frown grew on my face at the sight of a sickly sweet smiling Bomi. She looked down at me as if we had been best friends for years, yet she was hiding something much darker than that. The type of friend to stab you in the back and twist the blade.