Rule Number Nine | Y.M

Chapter 7

野生の考え
WILD THOUGHTS

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My alcohol consumption was something I could surely handle, however, the constant feeling that someone was watching me was something I wasn't used to.

Though, the warmth of the alcohol that settled in the pit of my stomach and the buzz that welcomed me with open arms lead me away from the paranoia that bugged me almost all night. Thank God.

I was enjoying myself, and I was having fun. That's all I needed.

But then again, someone always has to ruin the fun.

And by someone, I meant Yoongi's weekly play things; the 4 most popular girls in school. Rose, Jisoo, Lisa and Jennie. They were best friends, held themselves with confidence and pride, but ultimately, they lacked dignity and self respect.

Because each of them had no idea that they were fucking Min Yoongi behind each other's backs.

Everyone knew, except them of course. Shocker.

Take now for example. In the corner of my eye, I could see Jisoo, pinned against the wall by none other than Min Yoongi himself. Her friends were distracted and didn't know what was going on. They were either too drunk to care or just plain blind.

I didn't know, and I didn't necessarily care. I was enjoying myself, and most importantly, I was having fun. And by the looks of how Taehyung was acting, he was having the time of his life, too.

Especially with that kid Jeon Jungkook.

Alcohol was being poured, and the music was blaring in my ears. As I took another gulp from my almost empty cup, I could feel another wave of heat wash over me.

And with surprise, Taehyung had dragged me to the dance floor directly beneath the laser beaming lights. The bright colours danced across our bodies like art, and we laughed together, moving our bodies to the beat of the music.

I still had my cup in my hand and regularly took a sip now and then, letting my eyes flutter shut as we moved with the music.

But then I heard a gasp from Taehyung. On instinct, my eyes snap open, and I can't help the smirk that forms on the corner of my lips. That kid, Jungkook was it? Well, that little rascal had his not-so-subtle muscular arms wrapped around Taehyung's waist, nose buried in my best friend's neck.

I almost want to cry out in laughter because it looks like Taehyung has no clue what to do. His eyes are wide with panic, but still attempts to continue dancing. Though, he does look a little awkward, and well, stiff.

I almost laugh, but instead a short gasp escapes my own lips because a pair of calloused and rough hands grip my own waist. I can feel the slight dig of their blunt nails through the tight leather material, and I curiously wonder who these hands actually belong to.

"Hey beautiful." His voice is deep, and laced with an intoxicated slur.

SeungRi.

His breath, heavy with alcohol and tobacco, whispers against my ear and it oddly sends a shiver down my spine. He drags his hands down my waist and rest above the hem of my leather pants, his thumbs drawing gentle circles into the exposed skin of my back.