"No no no!" Yoongi exclaims. "You can not wear that to the Kim Taehyung's party."
"But I have nothing else to wear. Besides, I'm not trying to impress anyone." I say.
"Kim Seokjin will be there." He says.
"Oh my god, I have nothing to wear!" I exclaim. "What do I do?!"
"You're lucky Namjoon. I knew that we'd be invited, so I got you an outfit." He hands me a bag of clothes. "Go change."
"Thanks hyung!" I take the bag and rush into the bathroom.
"I knew I had a good sense of fashion!" Yoongi exclaims as I walk out of the bathroom.
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"I'll have to agree with you on that one. I do look pretty good!" I exclaim.
"Good. Because it's time to show Seokjin what he's missing." He smiles. "Let's go!
*Time Skip*
"I already hate this so much." I groan as I'm shoved my Someone.
"You'll get used to it. Oh, there's Taehyung!" Yogi exclaims. Taehyung turns toward us.
"Yoongi! Namjoon!" He exclaims. "I'm glad you could make it!"
He walks over to Yoongi and presses a kiss to his lips. My eyes widen.
"Meet me upstairs." Taehyung whispers into Yoongi's ear.
"I'm not even going to ask." I walk away from them, grabbing a cup of punch that's clearly been spiked. I down the first glass, then go back for a second. About half an hour later, I'm a bit tipsy.
I start stumbling outside, when someone grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"I wouldn't go out there. A pretty thing like you is bound to get into trouble." I look up at the man. It's Seokjin.
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"U-Um...." my eyes widen. He smirks, his piercing eyes scanning my body.
"Kim Namjoon, right?" He asks.
"Y-Yeah." I mumble. "How did you know?"
"I'm in all of your classes." He chuckles. "And a beauty like you is hard to miss."
He pushes me up against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as he stares into my eyes. "W-What are you doing?"
He connects our lips, pressing or bodies together. My hands instinctively cup his face, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moves his hands to my bottom, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, ignoring the looks that we're getting.
"Holy shit!" Yoongi exclaims. Jin pulls away slightly, moving down to mark my neck.
"Okay, that's enough!" Taehyung pulls us apart. I whine from the loss of contact. I wanted more. I look back at Seokjin, who's staring at me with darkened eyes, a smirk on his face.
"What the hell Taehyung?" Jin groans.
"I don't want people making out against my walls. Now go do that somewhere else." He says. Seokjin ignores him, and walks up to me, pressing his lips against mine again. He pulls away after a moment, and hands me a slip of paper.
"Text me later. We should go out sometime." He winks. He turns around and walks out of the house. I reach up and touch my lips like an idiot. Yoongi smiles, slightly amused.
"You're going to have to find out how to cover those hickeys."
