BTS Scenarios and Drabbles ;;

Twisted Ankle (Namjoon)

Lee Haeun tied up her sneakers, put on a red winter coat over her black off the shoulder top and blue skinny jeans, and headed out for the day. Thoughts plagued with confusion and memories of the weekend clouded her mind as she threw her backpack into the backseat of her car. She started up her car and after waiting a few minutes for her older beater cat to warm up, she drove to school. Haeun could not help but be distracted as she remembered the party.

Haeun was pulled aside to a private room by Seokjin around 11PM. Everybody had been a bit buzzed, drinking because of the New Year. Some patiently waiting and others impatiently waiting for the clock to hit midnight to share a kiss with their beloved or a kiss that would begin a fling to kick off the coming year. Jin held onto Haeun as she was swaying with giddiness and laughter up the stairs, spilling drops of Soju onto Jin's sweater. Namjoon tried to follow them, but Hoseok pulled him away with an iron grip on Namjoon's wrist to show him some girls that had come through the door in black party dresses, clearly in kahoots with Seokjin, or so Namjoon had thought. And with that, his purple hair disappeared in a blink. Haeun straggling up the stairs brought a smile to Seokjin's face, finding it endearing. He sat her down on the bed and placed the bottle that was in her hand onto the nightstand.

"Jin, why are we here? Shouldn't we be like...with everybody else?" she asked, slurring her words and hiccuping. Seokjin held her face in the palm of his right hand. She held it and tried to lick it in return. He bellowed out a laugh and carressed her face.

"Haeun, you know, you are adorable. You are so caring, kind, and loving. Everytime you even just brush hands with me my heart skips a beat. You have stars in your eyes and your laugh makes my day." she winked at him and leaned on the headboard of the bed, saluting, with her tongue sticking out. He laughed and brought her closer to him once more, albeit a bit too close for comfort on her end. "I brought you here because I wanted to tell you that I've really developed feelings for you." She tilted her head in confusion, finally understanding why he brought her here, and softly bit her bottom lip.

"Jin...you know I like Namjoon. I have been telling you about this for months silly! I didn't know you liked me!" she laughed, her once furrowed eyebrows relaxing. "I know I said he wouldn't like me in like six million years but I don't want anyone except that loser. He is my loser." He pursed his lips as he felt a pang in his heart. As he opened his mouth to respond, the door opened and Namjoon peaked his head in.

"Whatcha doin? Bud?" Namjoon asked, staring at Seokjin, his tone laced with venom.

"Just confessing to my crush, can you get the fuck out, thanks." Haeun turned to him, shocked. Her jaw dropped wide open, partially because she could not properly control her muscles at the moment, partially because of what Jin said, and partially because she prayed Namjoon had not heard her. Namjoon walked through the doorframe fully, closing the door behind him.

"Hyung...we had a talk about this." Seokjin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and I told you to fuck off." Namjoon walked forward at a steady pace and grabbed Seokjin by the collar, leading Seokjin to smile confidently. "Resulting to violence isn't gonna make Haeun like you. It's too late, anyway." that triggered the usually laid back Namjoon and lead to him punching Seokjin in the face.

"Listen you fucking garbage-" Namjoon's words were interrupted as Seokjin tripped him from the ground and they wrestled until Haeun managed to come back to her senses, screaming for Hoseok, anybody, tears running down her face.

Hoseok burst through the door, Yoongi on his tail, as they held apart the bloody two rivals. Seokjin had blood running down his nose, and Namjoon had bruises on his cheekbones. Haeun ran out amidst the chaos. On the sidewalk, she twisted her ankle and limped to the pavement, tears running down her face. She managed to flag down a taxi to get home as fast as possible, her vision blurry from too much drinking. She slurred out the directions to the driver, holding onto her ankle as she wiped away her tears of confusion.