Saved || A Jungkook fanfic

1.

Same shit, different night.

You would think somewhere down the road people eventually move on from things, lose interest.

Getting shit-faced until the early morning was a normal thing that twenty-one year olds partake in. A rite of passage now that they don't have to fake an I.D or sneak alcohol from their parents' liquor cabinets. You would think it's a phase, something most people grew out of once the excitement of being able to legally purchase alcohol wore off.

Unfortunately, some people just get older. Not smarter.

"Seriously, that's enough!" I tried to convince him, but, as usual, he completely ignored my presence all together.

He'd already chugged four badly made drinks and followed them up with way too many shots. Frustrated, I stomped away from him and his obnoxious buddies.

"Why do you even bring her with you?"

I didn't turn around to see which one of those douchebags said it, not willing to argue with someone who probably won't remember what they said the next morning.

I could really go for some much needed peace and quiet right now. Well, as much peace and quiet I was going to find at a party.

"Why do I even agree to these things?" I mutter under my breath, weaving my way through the crowd of swaying bodies moving to a hip-hop beat. They're too lost in their drinks and the mouths of strangers to notice as I push past them.

Drinking to the point of needing a babysitter was where I drew the line. It was exhausting, night after night, dragging his dead weight home, hauling him onto the couch, and dealing with his drunken antics. It wasn't just a dispute—it was a massive headache.

Not this time. I told myself firmly. Whatever happens tonight, don't fall for his mushy "I love you's" or those ridiculous puppy-dog eyes. Not after what he pulled last time.

With a deep breath, I furrowed my brows, crossed my arms, and puffed out my cheeks in silent defiance, determined to stick to my resolve.

My eyes slowly scanned the living room of the home whose owner I didn't know of. I was always being dragged to these "get togethers" by him, and he was always willing to go because of his so-called friends that I absolutely loathed, especially the main enabler of the group; Jung Hoseok.

There was a fireplace sitting across from the gray leather couch I was currently lounging on, spacing my legs farther out than the average human being for good measure that no one would try to join me. The entire mansion seemed to be a boring creme color, however, beams of  neon colored lights illuminated the walls from the DJ booth, swirling around in various directions in sync to a heavy trap beat that just started. There were multiple sculptures and pictures hanging in perfect placement around the high-ceiling walls that it made it seem like a room model you would find in IKEA or a Better Homes and Gardens magazine.

My eyes continued to scan the spacious room which wasn't spacious at the moment due to all of the people chatting, dancing, drinking, living their lives to the fullest only to regret it the next morning.

Until something caught my eye. 

More like someone.

I caught sight of him leaning against the open bar, his back against the railing as his long arms gripped the metal beam, steadying himself. The way his baseball cap sat low over his eyes made it hard to get a read on him, but the casual roll of his neck, the movement almost imperceptible, hinted at something restless beneath the surface. His black jacket, fitted just enough to suggest he wasn't here to blend in, caught the light as he shifted, the leather stretching slightly with the motion.