You two were silently walking home as you held a grudge against him for not being transparent with you. A few miutes later, taking the same way back home, you two enter an alley which didn't seem the same just a couple hours ago.
The alley that was dead quiet a few hours ago had turned into party central. Everywhere you looked, there were college students having the time of their livesâsome were way too drunk, stumbling around; others were too busy making out to care about the world. It was a complete 180 from the silence that had greeted you earlier.
Walking through this chaos, Jungkook subtly slowed down, signaling you to stay close. He wasn't making a big deal out of it, but you could tell he was on a alert now, a stark change from his strange vibe earlier.
As his eyes quickly scanned the crowd, he leaned in slightly and said in a low, steady voice, "Don't stop no matter who tries to talk to you." It was a simple request, but the way he said it, keeping his eyes on certain faces in the crowd, made it clear he was serious. You got the vibe that he spotted a few people he knew but wasn't exactly thrilled to see.
His protective stance was reassuring in the wildness of the night, making you feel a bit more secure as you both navigated through the partying crowd.
As the night air filled with the echoes of revelry, the sudden shout of "Yah, Jungkook-ah!" sliced through the cacophony, causing Jungkook's body to tense. In an instinctive move, he reached out, his hand finding your elbow, pulling you slightly closerâa silent promise of protection in the unpredictable sea of people.
The tension in his posture eased as a group emerged from the throng, beer bottles in hand, their faces breaking into wide, familiar smiles. "Mingyu," Jungkook exhaled, a sigh of relief replacing the momentary alertness in his eyes. The recognition sparked a light in his gaze; these weren't strangers to be wary of but friends he held dear.
"What the fuck dude, where the fuck did you disappear?â" Mingyu's voice trailed off as his eyes landed on you, a flicker of recognition sparking. "Oh shit, isn't this Y/N?" he asked, his surprise evident as the rest of the group closed in, curiosity mixed with the excitement of reunion in their eyes.
"Yeahâ" Jungkook began, only to be drowned out by the chorus of cheers and calls of his name, as the group enveloped him in a whirlwind of hugs and pats on the back. The sudden surge of bodies pushed you slightly to the fringes, the physical distance mirroring a momentary emotional one as Jungkook was momentarily swept away by the reunion.
Just then, in between the laughter and the jostling, a subtle vibration in your pocket tugged at your attention. Extracting your phone, the screen lit up with a name that sliced through the moment's disarray: Ahn BoHyun.
Caught in the whirlwind of the night's emotions, the unexpected call from BoHyun sends a ripple of unease through you. The memory of that unreciprocated kiss, a moment of vulnerability with your boss, weighs heavily on you as you swiftly dismissed the call, only for it to insistently light up again. Ignoring the second call, your pulse quickened, a blend of anticipation and dread knotting in your stomach.
Raising your eyes in search of Jungkook, the crowd seemed to swallow him whole, leaving you momentarily adrift in a sea of strangers. It was a battle to find him in the crowd until one familiar pair of eyes locks onto yours.
"Yeobin-ssi," the name slips from your lips, a quiet acknowledgment of his presence.
Given the recent situation involving his brother, engaging with Yeobin seems fraught with complications. Yet, you watch him as him mutter your name and watch him slowly make his way towards you, phone in hand to his ear and eyes fixed on yours, the urgency in his voice is unmistakable. "Y/N"
"I need to talk to you," he insists, his voice cutting through the noise around you. Panic sets in, and you instinctively start to retreat, scanning the crowd for Jungkook. The safety and familiarity he offers feel like the only solace in a night that has suddenly taken a turn towards the unpredictable.
Finally setting your eyes at Jungkook and finding him, you watch him getting dragged in a giant house by his friends which seemed like the center of the party, you make your way after him. In your rush, navigating through the dense crowd inside the house, you felt the pulsating energy of the party envelop you, its intensity was magnified compared ot the crowd outside. Lights flickered and danced in sync with the thumping bass, casting everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. As you moved, determined to find Jungkook, the sensation of being followed grew stronger. Turning slightly, you caught glimpses of Yeobin weaving through the partygoers, his gaze locked on you, reducing the distance between you with every step.
"Jungkook!" Your voice, desperate and strained, attempted to cut through the army of people, hoping to reach him, to remind him of your presence. But he seemed lost to the moment, surrounded by friends who were all too eager to see him drink more, chugging a neat bottle of liquor down his throat. The sight of him, caught in the revelry, made your heart sink a littleâforgotten, perhaps, in the swell of the party.
The sudden jolt of someone crashing into you jarred you from your thoughts, the impact causing your phone to slip from your grasp. Time seemed to slow as it tumbled to the floor, only for the situation to worsen when a girl, oblivious to the chaos she'd caused, crushed the screen beneath her heel. "Fuck! Watch where you're going!" Your frustration boiled over, the night's events piling up, each one adding weight to your growing sense of isolation.
"Y/N!" Yeobin's voice, now alarmingly close, snapped you back to reality. Panic set inânot now, not him. You needed a moment, space, anything but confrontation. Snatching up your damaged phone, you acted on instinct, weaving through the crowd, seeking refuge. Upstairs, you found it: a random bedroom, its door slightly ajar, inviting you to disappear from the night's complications.
Slipping inside, you quickly scanned the room before diving into the closet, pulling the door shut behind you. In the dim light and the muffled sounds of the party, you tried to catch your breath, to steady your racing heart. Here, in the darkness, you hoped for a moment of peace, away from the eyes tracking you, away from the chaos that seemed determined to swallow you whole.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," you muttered under your breath, cradling your injured hand. It seemed like the universe had conspired to test your limits tonight, each incident piling on top of the last, pushing you toward your breaking point.
The room outside fell silent momentarily after Yeobin left the room after failing to scan you in it. You took advantage of this pause to attempt a makeshift fix on your phone, smacking it against your palm in a futile effort to revive it. No luckâthe screen remained unresponsive, a mocking testament to the night's chaos.
"Why does this keep happening to me?" you whispered to yourself, the question hanging heavy in the dimly lit confines of your temporary hideout. Taking a deep breath, you sought to gather your scattered thoughts, to steel yourself for another foray into the fray outside. Counting to ten, you prepared to make your exit, to face whatever lay beyond the closet door.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just as you reached for the closet's door, ready to brave the party once more, the sound of two people stumbling into the room halted you. Pinning yourself in place, you become a silent observer of two people ladden over each other, making out no stop.
You backed away, retreating further into the closet. The realization that you were now eavesdropping on an intimate moment added a new layer of discomfort to your already complicated night.
Huddled in the dark confines of the closet, you strained to hear the conversation unfolding outside. The girl's mention of a person you knew sparked a flicker of curiosity within you, but it was the subsequent exchange that held you captive, your breath catching in your throat.
"Raeyeon is going to be so mad when she finds out about this," the girl's voice floated through the room, tinged with amusement yet laced with an undercurrent of tension.
"You're not telling anyone about this," the guy responded, his voice a mix of command and desperation, muffled slightly by the sounds of their continued intimacy.
Her laughter was light, almost teasing. "Like I have a choice. I'd be the enemy of so many girls if they knew," she retorted, the sound of kisses punctuating her words. The silhouette of their intertwined figures was barely visible through the slats of the closet door, a shadow play that made the scene all the more surreal.
"Let me ask you something," she ventured, pausing as if weighing her next words carefully. "Did you really break up with Raeyeon because of that Y/N girl?" The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge laid bare.
"Jungkook," she gasped as his response came not in words but in action, his hand gripping her neck with a sudden intensity. "Her name shouldn't come out of your mouth again," he warned, his tone brooking no argument.
The girl's reaction was one of surprise, a mix of confusion and realization dawning in her voice. "Oh, wow. Are you in love with her or something?" But before she could explore that line of inquiry further, he cut her off, the finality in his voice leaving no room for doubt.
"I could never love a girl like her; she isn't my type," he stated, a declaration made amidst the heat of the moment, pushing her onto the bed.
"Of course. She's too cliché for you," the girl chuckled, her voice a mix of agreement and perhaps a hint of sympathy for you, the subject of their conversation.
In the next second, a loud moan takes over the whole room, followed a by the consistent softer ones and she starts screaming his name has he performs his charm in the bed.
Amid the stifled echoes of intimacy from the room, your heart seemed to pause, giving way to an overwhelming silence. The only sound that resonated within you was akin to the ominous, flatline beepâa signal of no heartbeat, a metaphor for the sudden numbness enveloping your emotions.
Tucked away in the closet, the muffled sounds from the room outside couldn't overshadow the storm brewing inside you. Each word Jungkook said replayed in your head like a broken record, turning the sting of rejection into a throbbing ache.
"I could never love a girl like her; she isn't my type,"
"I could never love a girl like her; she isn't my type,"
"I could never love a girl like her; she isn't my type,"
Outside, their moans, laughter and whispers kept floating in, but it was the storm of thoughts, the sound of it, within you that was deafening. The tears pooled in your eyes, you wouldn't let them escape. They were a sign of defeat.
In this cramped space, a genuine hate for Jungkook began to take root. This wasn't the forced hate you had tried to cultivate before just to be able to move on from him; this time the hate was pure, it was real, fueled by a raw sense of betrayal.
This moment marked a turning point, a strong realization that something within you had irrevocably shifted. It wasn't just the hurt from his words that echoed in the confined space of the closet; it was the deafening silence of your own heart, struggling to process the disconnect between what you felt for him and his apparent disregard for you.
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A/N: I have a question. Do you guys read it as "Y/N" or actually use your name or a made up nickname for y/n? Cz I legit read it as y/n lol.