Mr.Playboy || p.jm

8.Club

Hyejin's POV

I arrive at the venue and its really hard to find an empty space to park my car,but luckily I found one.I go out from the car and I only hear the loud music blasting inside the club.

As I enter the club a crowd greeted me so I struggle to walk and to find my friends.

"Hyejin noona."I heard familiar voice somewhere.I roam my eyes around until I see them in the table at the corner.

"Hi Hyejin."They greeted.

"Hi guys."I said as I wave my hands to them and took a sit beside Jungkook who's drinking a juice then my eyes landed to.......Jimin who's grinning.what the hell is wrong with this human?

I drive ahead from him how did he arrive here faster than me.He probably race over here.

He stand up as he look down at me."I'm just going to have some fun."

I don't care...lmao

"He's definitely going to flirt."The boy at my side said while rolling his eyes.

"Guys let's go to the dance floor!"J-hope said looking to his friends and his eyes shows excitement.

"Suree~"They said.

"Let's go!"Taehyung yelled as he throw his fist upward.

"Noona,let's go."Jungkook invited.

"No its okay,you guys go have some fun,I don't know how to dance.Hehe."I awkwardly said.

"Okay."

Minutes past and I'm still here watching my friends dancing on the dance floor.

I again roam my eyes around only to see Jimin flirting with a girl.

Ghessh I hate my eyes.

His arm are spread on the girl's shoulder and the bitch caressing his face,chest and his legs.

I want to vomit rn.

Then suddenly random girls sit on our table which stop me from looking at Jimin.

"You're that girl?The girl who's hitting on BTS."The girl said while her arms are folded over her chest and looking at me from head to toe.

"You slut.Stop hanging out with them.You're not belong to them.You're not beautiful at all."Another girl said making my blood to boil.

I close my eyes and heavily sigh,hoping that it'll help me to calm.

"You bitch!"The girl as she kick my knee.

Okay,I'm done.

"Are you li-"She was cut off.

I stand up and stomp my hands on the table which give them a shock.

"How dare you to talk to me like that."I said killing them by my looks and right now they look like an afraid kitten.

"Leave."I said controlling my voice but they didn't move even an inch.

"Leave!"I yelled and they all stand up and quickly leave me.

I sit again as fucking tears roll down.

"I'm so sick of it."

I'm so fragile.I hate this.

How can they say I'm a slut?Did they see me fuck?

What happened to me in America won't happen here anymore.

I wipe my tears and drink some beer from the table.