Different

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                College seemed especially boring today, every bit of it. Taehyung wasn't in Calculus, and swim practice was canceled for a junior meet. I choose to get home and pretend to eat dinner and then pretend to do homework like a good rich child. I've done it so much that I'm sure I could fake anything. Maybe I'll become a drag queen, if I was a dude. Next, I told my parents I was "super" tired and needed to rest up for a test so that I didn't want to be disturbed. They smiled their fake smiles and I went and changed into my best outfit. A V neck sparkle shirt tucked in with a gold and red flannel. This was all paired with black ripped skinny jeans and black heeled combat boots. I stealthily slipped out my window and walked to some fast food to wait until I was going to meet Taehyung. Honestly, food is life.

Before long, I was standing in front of the movie theater waiting for him. "Where is he" I mutter under my breath. The light above me flickers and goes out. Great, just plain great. Eerily, I start to head towards the entrance. I'll just buy my ticket and wait for him. The wind makes a hollow sound as it hits a widow near me. I freak and look at it, calming down when I understand it's absolutely nothing. A hand grabs me from behind and pulls me to their side. "Taehyung stop that. You didn't have to scare me." I say and look up. The figure is covered in shadow, but I can see their eyes clearly. They're a dark, crisp, deep ... blue. I gasp and scramble to get away, when I get absolutely nowhere he chuckles. "You're not going to get far at all" He says, I stop in my tracks. That voice, it matches the eyes in familiarity. He starts dragging me towards the movie theater and I don't try and stop him, as if I could. He purchases tickets and we walk into the light of the entrance. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and look up at his face. I immediately start trying to get away again. "You're causing a scene" Jimin whispers in my ear. "Get away from me you jam less soul" I whisper yell back. His face looks pleasantly amused as he just takes us straight out the back door.

The other day, Taehyung said he wouldn't ever do anything to me or with me, but Jimin made no such promise. What if Jimin tried to make a move on me? What could I do to stop it? This place is basically a rape waiting to happen I yank at his hand harshly, trying to pry his iron hard grip off my wrist. "Why are you doing this? Where's Taehyung?" I ask. "You'll find out tomorrow I guess." He says and throws me into the passenger side of a black sports car, taking up the drivers side himself. "You'd guess? What does that even mean? Where are we going now?" I say, and he sighs. "You ask too many questions, but I'll humor you. For now. We're going to the party." He says and speeds off. I try to slowly reach my hand into my pocket for my phone, but I end up just mentally cursing myself for leaving it at home. "I know that you left your phone so that your parents wouldn't be able to track it and see where you were. By the way, if you weren't planning on doing anything with Taehyung in there, why'd you agree to go?" He asks. I raise my eyebrow. "Now who's asking too many questions? Anyway, he said we were just going to criticize the new movie and not anything more. I trust him." I say, and he just bursts out laughing, hitting his hands on the wheel, wiping away a fake tear.

"You 'trusted' him? You haven't talked to him in like what, four years? And yet you don't trust me as I can tell. I haven't talked to you in just as long, if not longer." He says, clarifying the already known. He pulls up to a large frat house and it's obvious that they're having a party. There are cars strewn down the street for what seems like forever and flashing lights can be seen through the windows, music pounding against the walls. When Jimin pulls me out of the car, he grabs my chin up to face him. "Now you listen close. We will be here for an hour, one hour only. You will smile in any photo and make it look like you're having the most fun in your life. You will be glued to my side the entire time. Everyone here knows what's up and you will not leave my sight. I want you to do exactly what I tell you too. If you do this, I'll let you go home afterwards. If not, well I guess you'll find out what happens." He says sternly and then firmly starts to pull us up the sidewalk. "Smile" he growls in my ear. The consequences might be something that I'd rather not think about, so I do what he says.

"Jessi!" Some girl yells at me. "It's Jess. No E sound" I whisper under my breath. "Long time no see girl! When'd you get here?" She asks. "Um, just now." I say sarcastically, we're still standing in the doorway, so she must be blind. "Oh? Is this your boyfriend? He's cute." She says. I start to yell no but Jimin cuts me off. "Yeah, got a problem with it?" he asks, and she shakes her head in reply. "Oh! Let's take a groupie!" She says and pulls out her phone. I try my best to look happy and I can tell that she posts it on social media. 

The same thing goes on with about 10 other people and I want to know what's up. More people just keep coming up to us and talking to me. All of them mention Jimin being either my lover or my boyfriend. I know for a fact that I do not know any of them, so how do they know my name? After twenty minutes of this, he pulls me to the open bar. He hands me a cup after pouring three pints of something into it and some weird tablet that was laying on the table. "Here." He says. I shake my head furiously. "First of all no, you put some crap in it. Second of all no, I don't do drugs or drink. So in comparison .... no." I say. He smirks and slowly steps closer, causing me to back into a wall. "You'll do what I say, when I say it." He says, and I shake my head again, harder this time. He takes a big swallow of the drink himself, smirking as he throws his head back to take half the thing. 'Why drink it if you want me to? Maybe it isn't drugged or anything then.' I think. Before I can say a word, his lips are against mine and his hand holding my chin. I feel a burning liquid running down my throat, passing through his warm lips. "Ugh, jackass." I mumble, coughing at the burn in my throat. He smirks, "Like I said. You do what I say, when I say it. I always get my way." He says whispering the last bit in my ear. He hands me the cup and I reluctantly take it. He wiggles his phone in my face and I see a picture of us kissing. "Really?" I ask sarcastically.

 His smirk grows wider and he pours himself a drink. Roughly, he grabs my wrist and pulls us to a couch, forcing me to sit by him as he drinks from his plastic cup. The faint noise of a ringtone sounds from his pocket and I prepare myself to eavesdrop. "Hey. Yeah, we're almost done. Be ready in about ten minutes, I want you there early. No, don't bring that this is different. How's it going with yours? ... Ah, okay. And you're positive they'll follow the first one?... Alright then, lets get a move on." He says, ending the Call. 'Well great, that gave me absolutely no information whatsoever. I couldn't even hear the voice on the other end, although I'm pretty sure he was male. Sounded like a different party too.' I think. Jimin leans me back, planting his face in my neck as he breathes in deeply. "It's time." He whispers, causing a sharp shudder to ripple down my back.