Desire | jjk. *ON HOLD*

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Saying that I disliked parties was an understatement. I hated them. I detested them with every part of my soul. I didn't like going to them; and probably, the parties didn't want me there either. All of those drunk or drugged people spinning around, looking for someone to take to a room and to do something quick, made me very nervous. I didn't see the point of doing that to then, either not remember it, or for it to simply be a night added to many others.

But Hyerin always convinced me that it would be a good idea, and like the responsible best friend I am, I always went to accompany her.

Of course not all parties were the same. In some you could talk to people, be social and even make some new friends. Those were the types of parties I liked, I even distracted myself a bit.

But for the general type of parties that my best friend dragged me to were always the type DSA: drugs, sex and alcohol.

I move my feet quickly while I descend the stairs where I find Hyerin, standing with her phone in her hand.

My best friend was that type of dramatic person that loved to make a big deal of something small and insignificant.

"My God, Areum, what are you wearing?" Hyerin asks me with a frown.

I lower my gaze towards my jeans and my loose shirt.

My style used to base around these types of combinations, and Hyerin was tired of it. She's the person that always says: "If the heels don't hurt, then there's no point in taking them."

Her clothes during the day had sequins and are always up to date, and at night, she uses short dresses that showed her incredibly thin legs.

"What's wrong with this?" I frown.

She makes a gesture and shakes her head.

"I thought I had it clear when I sent you a message about the party."

"Hyerin..." I sigh. "You've had it clear since the first to the fourteenth message."

"Then I need you to explain why you have that baggy outfit, when I made it clear fifteen times."

"Fourteen..." I mumble.

"Whatever!" She says as she signals towards the stairs. "You're going to go up to your room and you're going to put on an outfit for the occasion, okay?"

"I don't have any dresses." I lie.

Well, in theory I have two. But don't like how they look on me, and I also don't like to wear them during the night, because they make me I feel exposed and totally reified.

If I was single, I would probably use them to attract guys, but that wasn't the case. I liked to be with Taehyung, my boyfriend, and not those absurd reunions filled with straining music and an unsupportable odor of tobacco.

What could I say? I've always been a natural hermit. I like to stay home and watch a series, or see an old animation. It was always a good time to order a pizza, drink hot chocolate or stay up reading a book till midnight. I like that idea more than going to a place filled with hundreds of strangers, ones that I'll probably never even see again.

Hyerin makes circles around her temples.

"Do you want me to go up to your room and kick your ass?"

I shake my head and her eyes narrow in my direction.

Sometimes, Hyerin can be a bit intimidating. Not at first sight though, not with that light brown hair that falls on her shoulders and her clear brown eyes. But when she wants to, she can turn into your personal nightmare.

And in this instant, it looks like if she wants to kill me slowly.

"Can you remind me why I accepted on doing this?" I scoff heavily.

"Because I'm your best friend and you would do anything for me." She answers easily. "But right now, with this outfit, I'm doubting if you're really my friend."

"Hyerin!" I exclaim.

"Go change." She says, but I don't move. "Now!"

I run up the stairs, conscious that this time, I won't be able to escape from her order.