He's Mine...I Think. {Namjoon Fanfiction} Completed✔

part 16

"This plan of yours better work." Mia mumbled as she brushed her hands against her bright pink dress, smoothing it out.
Pink was the dress code.
Obviously.
"Chill out. It's going to work." I replied, wrapping my pink-sweatered-arm around hers and dragging her inside the giant house.

Annalise's house was...magnificent. To say the least.

I pulled Mia along as she gazed in wonder at the giant crystal chandelier dangling above our heads as we walked through the entryway. With the neutral cream colored walls surrounding us, the bright colors of artwork and furnature needed no more help standing out. Mia gawked at the bright red couch as we strode by it, heading directly to Annalise's room.
I don't want to over exaggerate or anything, but this girl's room was bigger then my entire house's floor plan.
People danced and yelled out drunkenly as they danced, the lights low and neon strobe lights dancing with them. A disco ball twirled in the center of the ceiling, and I smiled at the scene.
"Woah. Good job on the party set-up." Mia commented, and I proudly lifted my chin. Mia laughed.
"I know, I'm amazing." I replied. We walked around, our arms linked until I saw her eyes lit up as she spotted the snack table. I laughed and pushed her towards it. Mia looked back at me uncertain.
"It's ok, I'll be fine." I said, waving off her concern. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Noir, you're an introvert."
"Psshh- that doesn't mean-"
"Ooh cupcakes." Mia interrupted, pushing past me and heading for the display of pink cupcakes. I laughed and looked around, my laughter turning into awkward sighing.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up." Namjoon commented sarcastically behind me, and I groaned inwardly and turned around to face him. I almost gasped as I took a step back to view him.
He was covered in lipstick. And sweat. His shirt was unbuttoned and hung open to expose his chiseled stomach, his flannel sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his muscled forearms. In his hand he held a red solo cup, most likely filled with alcohol.
Even though he was clearly drunk, he was still obnoxiously hot.
I struggled to hide my blushing cheeks as my eyes ran over his body, from his swept back hair to his adidas tennis shoes. I crossed my arms, refusing to give into his little act. I refused to be the squealing school girl.
"What do you want, prick." I mentally applauded myself for the tiny itsy bitsy cuss word.
Namjoon smirked.
"Is someone jealous?" He  mumbled, his drunken slur almost incomprehensible. I raised an eybrow.
"Why would I be?"
He motioned towards the multiple lip marks on his body, moving the sides of his shirt to show the trail leading down to his pants.
Arrogant son of a friggin butternut squash.
I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance and turning to walk away.
"Hey now, little Noir. Where are you going~?" I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pull me towards him, his lips caressing my ear as he whispered. I felt my heart race and my cheeks flush at his sudden closeness. I did nothing to stop his hands that slowly spun me around, pressing me closer to him.
"Namjoon.." I started but paused in my speech as I looked into his eyes. They were nothing short of lust filled and hungry.
Oh god.
Suddenly he was leaning in, his eyes closing and his body pressing against mine. I felt my eyes become hooded as my body remained in place, waiting.
Our breaths had just started mingling when my eyes opened and I pushed him away.
No, not today. Not like this. Not when he's like this.
My thoughts swarmed with arguments as I stepped away. I had wanted this so bad, for so long, what was making me hesitate now? It wouldn't be the first time we kissed, but the first time wasn't exactly special either.
He took my virginity. The least he can do is give me time before coming at me again.
"Noir.. what's wrong?" He asked, eyeing me over the rim of his cup as he tilted his head back to finish what was left inside it.
I glared at him before running a hand through my hair and making my way towards the door.
"I just...need some air." I answered, not really knowing if he heard me, but not really caring.

Annalise
I raised an eyebrow as I saw Noir push Namjoon away from across the room.
Hm.
I pushed away the guy kissing my neck and whispering my name and strode towards Namjoon, watching him shrug and taking another full cup from a girl with space buns and a pink baby doll dress.
Ugh. What's her face.
Mia?
"Have you seen Noir?" She asked, looking around and yelling over the loud music. I shrugged and grabbed Namjoon's wrist, snatching my leather bound book from the bookshelf and leading him towards my separate bed chamber, another room attached to my main room.
"Where are we going?" Namjoon asked distractedly, not really seeming to care where or even if I answered. I walked backwards as I led him and smiled at him, biting my lip.
"We're gonna to go play~" I responded.