Precious Things || Jensoo

Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

Jennie looks like she could kill Jongin.

I could kill him, for that matter.

She was about to kiss me! Again! This time she wasn't running away. The look of fury on her face gives me hope she's going to try again.

As Jongin pulls himself up off the ground, Jennie stands up, and then puts out her hand. I take it and am literally hauled to my feet.

"Let's go," she growls.

"Uh... where?"

"Home. This party officially sucks."

I don't know. It was at this party that she was about to kiss me. But she wants to go home and maybe she'll want to kiss me there too. Besides, I really want to get away from Jongin; he looks drunk enough to try something.

"Okay."

We sweep past Jongin and he looks forlornly at me, so I give him a quick smile. I don't know why. I feel like I'm encouraging him, but honestly I just can't be mean to the guy.

We're moving through the house quite fast, dodging drunk people and revellers, before I tug on Jennie's hand.

Behind me I hear a stumbling drunk and then the rambling words of "Jisoooooooo... where ya goin?"

It's Jongin.

It's official: he's a really annoying drunk.

Jennie turns around, rolls her eyes, and then we keep moving. We make it to the front lawn where we're accosted by a drunk Paul who has his trousers around his ankles. I can't imagine why everyone thinks this is a fun way to spend a Friday evening, but it's certainly amusing for me.

"Paul, pull your pants up, you fucktard!" Jennie yells. I guess she feels like she should help him out, being his friend and all.

All Paul does is fall over.

The brief interlude that has brought our walk to a standstill does serve one purpose though: it gives me enough time to remember something.

I tug on Jennie's hand, which is still warmly held in my own.

"Jen..."

"Let's go," she says distractedly, starting to walk.

I tug harder, "Jen!"

"Huh, what?"

"Kyla!"

She stops and turns to look at me. "What about her?"

"We can't just leave her here without telling her where we're going."

"Ugh, do we have to?"

"Yes," I reply firmly. "I'll go in."

I run in to the house and make my way to the living room. I do see Kyla, but not exactly how I expect. I recognize her from the top she's wearing. As I see a pair of hands moving like crabs in a sack underneath the back of it. She's straddling some guy on the couch and I'm fairly sure she's trying to suck his lips off.

I suppress a shudder.

Moving forward, I call her name. "Kyla! KYLA!"

I have to yell it in the end, just to get over the music. She breaks away from her date and looks around, dazed.

It's then I realise that the boy she's straddling is Jongin. How he got from the hall, to the couch, to making out with Kyla in such a short space of time, I do not know. Why the fuck Kyla is kissing him, I do not know.