Timeless [KTH]✔️

15 minutes

15 minutes left, and I'm only just scratching the surface of you.

I swallowed the emotional stone in my throat and awkwardly walked towards you. My eyes flew everywhere just to avoid the sight of you practically inhaling the pretty girl.

She pulled away and playfully glared at you.
"Baby not now. Someone could snitch."

You groaned and rolled your eyes.
"Don't worry, he won't find out."

And then it hit me.
You were being a 'homewrecker' as you put it. Or a fuckboy as I would put it.
You were being you.

"Who is she and why is she staring at us?" The girl whispered to you, not so quietly.
You turned around and widened you eyes at me, as if you just remembered about my existence.

"Oh yeah, Y/N. My saviour." You grinned, beckoning me over to the two of you.
Hesitantly, like a dog returning to its owner, I came to you.

"Hi." The pretty girl smiled. "I'm Yuna."

"Y/N." I smiled.

"Yeah, Tae told me your name just now." She laughed. Her laugh was beautiful. Elegant and feminine.
Subconsciously, I compared myself to her in every way. And she outshines me in every way.

"So how did you save Tae's life?" Yuna asked me, eyelashes fluttering.

"Uh...I-"

"It was a joke. She just helped me a bit." You hastily cut in.
I furrowed my eyebrows at you... why did you retract what you had said?

"Yuna, I think Sunhee is calling you over there..." you said, nodding to a random girl in the dance floor.
Yuna searched the crowd and laughed.

"I see her. Alright, I'll be back soon."
And with the sway of her hips, she submerged in to the sea of sweaty dancers.

You bit your lip and looked down at me apologetically.
"Hope you didn't mind the lie... you really did save me but I don't want her knowing what her boyfriend did to me. She'll get worried."

And that's when I realised.
'Ah... he's not apologetic to me. But to her for lying.'

It stung that you didn't even say sorry.
But like I usually did for you, I buried my true feelings under an overly bright smile.

" It's alright. So where are your friends?"

You smiled again and continued walking towards the crowded sofa.
"Hey guys." You beamed, fist bumping a few of them.

"Man you look like shit." A boy with mint green hair grimaced.

You clicked your tongue and lightly punched the boys shoulder.
"Way to state the obvious Yoongi."

"Who's she?" Yoongi asked, looking at me with a small smile.

You grinned and beckoned me closer.
"This is Y/N. My friend."

A warm feeling settled on my chest when you called me that.
A friend.
I was getting closer to you, I felt it.

"Well any friend of Taehyung's is a friend of mine. I'm Min Yoongi, the host." He beamed.

The Gatsby of this ludicrous party.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled.

"Where's Jungkook and Jin hyung?" You asked, taking the spare seat next to Yoongi.
There was no space left for me.

"Making rounds." He shrugged at you before casting a bored look out to his guests.

I awkwardly stood by the sofa, recoiling away from the the crowds of people that slid past by me every now and then.
I was uncomfortable in that short black dress.
But you didn't notice. You didn't care.

"I'll go explore." I finally said. You looked up at me and nodded.

Letting out a deep breath, I walked away from the sofa and out of the living room.
I was furious though I didn't show it.
Why did you invite me to some stupid party if you were going to act like I wasn't even there? Why introduce me to a friend at all?

The hallway was utterly packed too. I caught sight of a couple grinding on eachother, and a boy trailing wet kisses along a girls collar bone.
The sight made me cringe.

Unfortunately, I wasn't looking where I was going.
Stupid, clumsy me.

"Ah shit-" someone hissed after I collided with their side.

My eyes widened at the red blotch that stained the mans pristine white shirt.
I ruined it.

"I'm so so so sorry!" I apologised but from the disgusted look the guy shot me, it was clear a simple apology isn't going to make up for the ruined shirt.

"This is fucking Bersachi!" He seethed. My lips formed a shaky frown as I saw him ball his hands into tight, angry fists.

"I-I'll pay for the dry cleaning." Was all I could muster up.
But it seemed to only offend the man more.

"P-Pay?!" He scoffed as if I've just run over his pet zebra and called it a crossing.
"Do you think I'm poor? I don't need your money broke bitch. I need you to make up for this shit."
The man furiously pointed to the large stain covering most of his chest.

"W-what can I do?"

A sickeningly sinister smile slid onto the mans face. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Lick it clean."
He said it witch such confidence and purpose, I knew it wasn't a joke.
"Lick it clean and I might just let it go."

I was beet-red and flustered beyond belief but above all, I was angry.

Until something miraculous happened.

Red liquid is dashed over the fuming man. It completely soaks the shirt, transforming it entirely red.
The man turns around, visibly shocked and shaking with anger to face a blonde boy triumphantly holding his empty cup.

"Oops... want me to lick it clean?"

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