My Stupid Love Story

Part 3: party

The car was put into park and all 5 pairs of our feet stepped out of the car and onto the street.

I stared at Taehyungs big house with familiarity and sadness. It's been awhile since I've been here.

We all walked to the bricked walls and went in the door to hear the loud blaring music more clearly.

I looked around a little in disgust at all of the people sweaty dancing all over each other. I was a really shy kid so parties like this weren't my thing in the slightest.

Lisa shrieked behind me, taking me out of my thoughts. "Ahh there he is!" She exclaimed.

Without even looking I new it was Yoongi so I decided to excuse myself from the group, finding myself a chair to sit on at the island in the kitchen.

A drink was placed in front of me, causing my eyes to follow up the arm to find none other than the host himself. "Hey.. it's been awhile.." he said in a soft voice with an awkward look on his face.

I nodded back to him and he sat in the empty seat next to me. "How.. how've you been?" I sigh and look down at the cup he had just placed in front of my face "I'm fine I guess.."

I heard him sigh next to me in a calm way "bullying still happening?" He asked.

I nodded and he leaned back into his chair "what happened to us..?" I was very surprised by his sudden words and I turned to look at him.

"You got popular.. remember..?" His eyes slowly trailed up to me, showing me the sadness behind them.

"I told you.. I never cared about all of this crap." I swallow and look away, not wanting to start that argument up all over again.

"Jimin.. I'm talking to you.." he said quietly. I almost didn't even hear him from the loud music.

"I wanna start over." I blinked a few times and looked back at him. His eyebrows where furrowed and I could feel a sense of sincerity from him.

I paused and thought for a second before eventually deciding to agree. "How could I say no..?"

His face lit up instantly and gave me a happy and childlike smile as he pulled me into a tight hug "ahhh I missed you Jiminie!!" He yelled in excitement.

Sadly, someone tapped his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Ahh sorry buddy, I gotta go help with a drunk girl downstairs. Are you gonna be okay here?"

I nod "yeah.. I can see you had something's renovated and moved so I'm just gonna take a look around"

he smiles and gets up "see ya later then!" I smiled as he walked away.

I was happy to have him back. I mean, we've been friends since as long as I can remember. I really missed him.

I started walking around and looking in some rooms, smiling big when I saw Taehyungs room hadn't hanged a single bit.

There where still clothes everywhere and the room was painted a ridiculous neon green with the single paint chip from when we decided to play tag in his bedroom.

Just like before there was a single picture of him and I right next to his bed. It was in perfect condition and completely unscathed.

The picture was from when we where 8 years old and we took a trip to the beach. We where pretty good kids and we decided to help people pick up garbage and trash off the sand and out of the water for the earth.

Because of our hard work the lady who was hosting the clean up bought us ice cream. In the photo we each had ice cream all over our faces and it was melting in our hands as we smiled widely, without a care in the world.

I closed the door softly and stepped over to the guest room. I opened the door and froze when I saw Yoongi in there.

He was sitting on the bed and some girl I had never seen before was on top of him. Her face turned red and she scurried out of the room, ducking under my arm along the way.

I looked back at Yoongi who sighed in relief and fell back onto the bed "Jesus that chick was annoying."

By the way he slurred I could tell he was drunk. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow "what are you doing here, shorty?"

I couldn't really help it and I started to laugh. "Hey, what's your problem? Stop laughing." That only made me laugh more.

"You're so drunk!" I said. Because of how hard I was laughing I didn't notice him spring off the bed and dart in my direction, closing the door and locking it before slamming each of his hands next to my head to trap me between him and the door.

I was panicked, he was very close to me and I could feel his hot breath on my face and the smell of alcohol present all around him was intoxicating on its own "You piss me off.." he said in a dark and slurred tone.

"You make me so angry.. but I don't know why.." my expression softened. What's up with him? I thought. "You make me feel conflicted.. and stupid.. I hate it.. I hate you.." he said angrier.

"I just want to live my life like always.. flirt with whatever chick I want, run my gang and not speak to anybody. So why the hell are you different?" He scowled.

"Y-Yoongi.. you're really drunk.. I think you should lay down.." I stutter, feeling scared and kind of nervous.

He blinked a couple of times and sighed, leaning away. "Fine.." I grabbed his left arm and draped it around my shoulders, leading him to the bed.

I helped him lay down and he just stared at me. "Why.. are you helping me.." he said breathlessly.

I stopped "why wouldn't I?" He swallowed "don't you hate me?" I chuckled softly.

"Yes I do. Now sleep." He didn't say anything else.. and I left the room.