"You're so soft, it's ridiculous. Everywhere my hand slides, you fit me"

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No no don't think about it here.

But how can I not? This is the most ridiculous place I can think about that dream I had last night. It wasn't just a dream. It was... A wet dream.

The first of my life.

Oh holy mother...

It's you to complain, to be honest. Why would I be greeting wet dreams about that man? I don't even know who he was!

I dreamt about having sex with that ghost face mask man, while he was wearing that mask on. I felt everything that happened in that dream and I now remember it too vividly too.

His grunts, the way that mask was looking down at me. I'm so messed up fir finding that hot but I can't help! I tried to forget about it but I can't. It's in my brain all day and at nights, now I get dreams about it. Great. Just great!

It's so frustrating, I feel like pulling my hair.

Just like he pulled yours in that dream?

Ugh no!

"Hana, we're here," Da Eun tells me and I shake out of my mind.

Right, I didn't want to be where she has taken me again.

So apparently, Da Eun got to know that her big fat crush boy Jeon Jungkook is throwing some big party at his house because he won the man of the month. Her friend from class, named Emily- who's girlfriend of one of Jungkook's friend, invited her there, only because she feels lonely in parties like these where her boyfriend's main focus is on his boys.

If you'll ask me, dear Emily, he's a huge red flag to make you feel lonely in a party that's filled with bad dudes. If he actually cares about you and your safety, he'll stay with you whole night with the attitude of 'touch her and you die'.

But then again, this isn't fictional world.

Long story short, me, Da Eun and Jae are in front of this big apartment of his.

Looks like he lives alone, away from his family just like me. Well, can't blame the guy, it feels better to live alone.

So you forgot what happened a week ago?

Well, no. It still makes the small hairs on my nape rise. I couldn't sleep that night being paranoid that someone will enter again but there's a sick part to this.

Rather than being scared about it, I felt excited for some reason. I don't even know when was the last time I felt that much alive in my life.

I could hear the silence, my heartbeat in between and every little sensation in my body. The adrenaline rush, my goosebumps and the sweat breaking fear, I'm so messed up to like it.

Some part of me wants it to experience again.

While the other very sane part of me is cursing me, and I don't blame it. No one would like their house being invaded in the middle of the night, it's just my differently wired up brain I guess.

I still have the towel. It sits there in my cupboard without any disturbance, with that note. I sometimes look at it and think who can do that.

It was so specific, isn't it? He broke into my house, didn't take anything, just kept the towel with a written warning note and just left like that.

Well he tried to get into my room too but he couldn't, but still, everything is so out of place.

Sometimes I think it's Jungkook who broke into my house, but my brain laughs at me. Why would he even do that? He was completely fine in the boxing ring. I don't even think he ever noticed me before then I can't even think of any reason on why would he do that. It just doesn't make sense to me.

I already have two sane brain cells and now they're fighting with each other too. I don't know who'll drive the bus in all this mess.

"Let's go," Jae says and I look at her.

She's wearing a pretty mid thigh black leather dress. A similar black choker goes around her neck, giving her feel of some demonic barbie. Her long black hair are flowing down her back as she sets her red lipstick perfectly.

"I'm on my way to see my husband," Da Eun announces as she comes back after parking her G Wagon.

She's beautiful. The red bodycon dress on her looks so classy. It's off shoulder dress that shows a good cleavage. She's a party animal. So she knows how to dress so prettily at parties. I admire it a lot. Her golden brown hair are curled at the ends softly. She looks like some Hollywood actress if you ask me.

Me? I'm wearing a baby blue dress that hugs my body perfectly at perfect places. It goes till my upper knee. It's off shoulder and has a really deep back design, showing my pretty back. My hair are lose with curls at the end that cover my bare back a little too.

"Stop with this husband shit," Jae says but Da Eun just grins.

"You bitches will be my bridesmaid, right?" she gets in between us and hooks her arms with ours.

Jae rolls her eyes. She's a big anti romantic. The type who will puke while watching romance movies. So you can tell what her history would be with boys, only if it ever existed.

" Can we go in normally or I'll just walk away right now?" Jae asks, irritated ofcourse.

"Duh," Da Eun rolls her eyes, "Let's go."

The whole time while we walk towards the place, I'm silent as Da Eun rambles about everything she has thought about getting Jungkook into her "trap".

I only think about how I'll face Jungkook. I don't know, after that towel-slap incident, I don't even want to cross paths with him but here I am walking into his den on my own.

I take a deep breath, as I walk inside the main gate with my friends. I already feel like backing out.

"What if Yoongi finds out?" I ask, in hope she'll think about her idea again and feels it's best to just leave because my intuition is telling me that something will happen here and I'm not at all ready for it.

"He won't! Besides if he did, what can he do?" Da Eun shrugs it off.

"I don't know, maybe put a curfew on you?" I say and she sighs.

"You only live once, so let's just make some bad decisions. It's OK to be carefree sometimes."

"You have been carefree enough times in the week, Da Eun."

"One more time won't hurt," she giggles and we are finally inside the front yard of the apartment.

Oh my holy mother of shimmer and shine, this actually looks beautiful! It's so golden here with lights and it looks lively. I kinda like the vibe of the place.

There are so many people here. Loud music is all around the air. I can see our college students along with some other dudes jamming around. Many of them has red cups in their hands, some has cigarettes and some has other dangerous things. Drugs, yikes.

The place looks pretty though. I can hear loud music blasting off the speakers and boys dancing around with girls in their arms. It's not like I've never been to parties, it's just that I've never been to party of 'bad people', if you know what I mean.

Along with the usual dancing, loud music and couple of table games, the front yard is filled with some gruesome type of activities. There are boys and girls literally eating each other's faces while sitting on the sofas set around, boys literally have their hands inside these girls' clothes. I mean do it, all you want, but ugh, get a room!

Oh my holy eyes.

Sighing, I let Da Eun guide us towards the door that leads to the inside of the apartment. There are two big guys by the door with cigarettes in their one hand and red cup of some alcoholic drink in another.

They stop us before we could enter and loudly, ask us to show our invitation to them.

"Invitation?" I ask the big men.

"Yes, pretty girl, invitation," one of them with a star tattoo under his right eye confirms.

I look at Da Eun. She clearly showed us the invitation but I don't know if she has it with her right now.

"It's OK, we can go somewhere else. Let's leave," Jae suggests.

"No way, I dressed up for him. I'll go inside, I don't care. We're friends with Emily, you can call her," Da Eun tells the men.

"Who the fuck is Emily?" the star tattoo guy asks.

"Micheal's girlfriend, dumbass," the other man answers.

"Oh, Emily. But still she's not the throwing the party. We can let you in without the invitation."

We look at each other, helplessly. I'm kind of thankful, I didn't want to go in either and my holy mother is on my side today. I smile at the thou-

"Let them in."

Da Eun's hand crushes mine in hers and a bolt runs from my brain to down to my toes in my body on listening the voice who just spoke.

We look behind us to see Jungkook with some other oh so handsome looking man with him.

Oh my holy mother of fate.

My cheeks redden the very point at the sight of Jungkook. He's wearing Grey sweatpants with the band of his black Calvin Kliens being visible, peeking from under while being wrapped around his slender waist. He's not wearing anything to cover his torso. His body is dripping with droplets of sweat or maybe water, I don't know.

All I know is that it looks so hot. The smooth body filled with muscles and muscles, tattoos decorating his right arm and chest to go above to his neck. I'm only ogling at his body like some pervert. But how can I not? He has the most perfect body out there.

Then he wears his Grey hoodie on, blocking the image of his godly body.

My eyes go up to meet with his. He's looking at me.

Oh God.

Did he just see me staring at his body like that? That's embarrassing!

"But they don't have invitation," the men say behind us.

"It's OK, Emily invited them, I know," the man next to Jungkook says. I guess he's Michael.

"Ok then, go in."

As we are granted the access to inside, we enter immediately. Jungkook and Micheal stay outside. I don't turn around to look at them, I'll probably die of anxiety. I'm never shy while interacting with people. It's just Jungkook that brings the anxiety out of me. If mere sight of him does this to me, I don't know will happen if I ever get to talk with him. It won't happen, to be honest.

Ignoring the stuff, I focus on what's around me. We're inside now and the insides of the apartment are even crazier. Lots of hoots and shouting here and there, with loud party music.

Besides this, I have to agree that his apartment is huge, just like mine. Some crazy part of me wants to know where his room is.

What type of obsessive traits are these?

"Did you see how he looked at me?!" Da Eun squeals to us.

"It was just for a second, Eun-ah," Jae says, again rolling her eyes.

"You know what, you wanted to see Jungkook. You saw him, he even looked at you. Can we now leave?" I prompt.

"Hana, cmon! We're here. Let's have some fun at least. Besides, I still haven't talked with him. After that, we'll leave."

"Are you crazy? Why do you want to talk to him?!" I ask her, raising my voice above the music as we walk towards the large table where people are getting their drink fill up.

"Yeah! Now that he has seen me, I can make a little move. I don't know where he disappeared," she pouts.

"Jae, kick some sense into her," I urge her.

"No but we're here so let's just have fun. We can leave afterwards. It's been long since we've been to such crazy party," she says.

Did she just ditch me?

"Guy's, cmon-"

"Wait, is there something else bothering you that you're not telling us. Because last time I remember you were also dying to go to some party. Is someone bothering you?" Da Eun asks, her detective mode on.

Yes! Your crush, my dear friend.

I sigh and look at her. I haven't told them about the breaking into my house incident. And my brain is still stuck on the possibility of him being Jungkook and hence, me being in this house gives me such bad vibes. I wanna leave.

"Fucking hell, there is something! Or maybe someone. And you didn't tell us. I feel betrayed!" Da Eun dramatically says.

"There isn't anything! It's just... There are lot of creepy bad people here, you know I hate them since the last time.... So..," I reason out. Well, this is one of the reasons too.

"Oh. OK... I understand now! Well, we'll stick to each other the whole night! Don't worry," she grins at me, hugging my arm which she's holding.

"Yeah, we're with you and I know fighting enough to kick someone's balls if they try to do something to any of us," Jae also encourages me.

I slump my shoulders and smile at them, "Fine."

"Yes let's party!" Da Eun shrieks.

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They betrayed me.

I'm sitting here near the table where people come to refill their cups while my other two friends who wanted to be my bodyguards for the night are in front of me throwing arms on each other dancing like they're lovers for years, having fun.

Anyone looking at them will be totally mistaken into thinking that they're lesbians. They look adorable though. There are many other people around then dancing too. They're having fun on the dance floor like normal people, unlike me.

They asked me to dance with them too but no, I'm not good at it and I don't want to make a fool out of me because I have this terrible habit of stepping on feet of other people. Considering there are bad people here, they'll snap my neck in half if i ever stepped on them.

So I just sit here in one corner of the table where there are lesser people, with a cup of alcohol in my hand. I'm taking short sips from it to help me think that I have company and I'm not alone. I need to look confident and untouchable.

As I take another sip from my drink, a person knocks towards my back, making me choke on the sip. I cough out as I look behind me. Who in God's sake is this person who can't even see-

The blood rushes down my body as my eyes widen at the man in front of me. He's smiling, more like laughing and the person who knocked into me was some girl who's accompanying him.

What is he doing here?

"Oh Hana?"

He calls my name and my hands start to shake. No no no, he shouldn't be here. It's just my brain acting again. It's not him-

"Hey! Long time no see," he talks to me and I gulp before I look at him, into his eyes.

"H-Hi, Mingyu" I say and look at the girl next to him. She's clinging to his body now.

"Wait, is she that prude girl you told me about?" she asks him and my cheeks redden at it, because of the embarrassment.

"Don't call her that," Mingyu fakes the worry.

Trust me if it weren't for my shaking hands, I would've showed him who I am.

The girl who I don't even know rolls her eyes. Mingyu looks at me from up and down. The best I could do was sit up straight, trying my best to look unaffected by him.

He chuckles, "You still are a virgin right?"

The girl next to him snorts and starts laughing. Oh you're so done.

With all the courage in me, I toss the cup of alcohol on her white crop top which barely covers her fake breasts from falling out of them. She yelps and curses at me. Before she could lunge on me, Mingyu stops her.

"Leave her, babe. She's still pathetic," Mingyu tells her.

"Fucking bitch. If I see you again, I'll show you who I am! You cunt-"

"Aish! Are you always this childish or all the children you've swallowed of his are talking out of you now?!" I scream at her.

Her mouth opens wide as she goes speechless. Mingyu's eyes widen too.

"What?!" all the irritation flows out of me as I continue, "Open your mouth just for him, I don't want to see it. Or wait.."

I reach in front to hold her chin and pull it up a little, so that her mouth is less opened.

"This much will do too, considering his thing," I complete.

"What the fuck-"

Mingyu starts but then I see Micheal behind him as he holds his shoulder.

"Mingyu. Come, we need your help in something," he says.

Mingyu looks at me for last time, his eyes red at the corners and the chick next to him is throwing daggers at me. I glare back at her.

Though my insides are still shaking, I try my best to not show it. I also think that I slayed a little.

Michael takes them away and I give my sassy goodbye to her as she gives me her middle finger, and then walk away.

"God...," I exhale as I turn around to keep my elbows on the table.

My hands are still shaking. It's not because of what happened just now, it's because of the flashbacks it brought with him.

Why did he come out of nowhere in my life? This is insane.

Oh God.

Oh my holy mother.

My hands turn cold. My mind goes back to two years ago and I shake my head a little as I start to feel ache in the back of my head.

I need air. I need to leave.

Without thinking much, I stand up. My feet wobble a little. Suddenly, I feel a pressure building up in the pit of my stomach. I need to use the bathroom first. I groan at my own body.

But where is the washroom? I don't even know anything.

I'll find it, it's ok. Let's just leave from this particular place first.

As I regain my balance, I walk towards the stairs. There are lots of people here, someone must know where the bathroom is.

I stop by some girl and ask her about it. Speaking like an angel, she told me that it's near the living room that's in the corner of the floor.

I walk towards there and when I finally reach there, I see a lot of people already waiting there. Besides, the thought of so many people using one washroom weirded me out. I'd rather pee in some grass than here. It's more gross.

Sighing, I turn around. There is so loud music here and the pressure in my stomach is building more. God, I need to use the washroom as soon as possible!

I look around and spot the staircase on the other end of the floor. It's near where I was sitting before. I'm pretty sure there must be some bathroom up there too.

I try my best to pass by the people smoothly, not stepping on their feet. It's so bothersome. It would've been better at my house. Nothing good has happened in this party and now my bladder is acting up.

Ugh, I wanna go home.

When I finally reach the staircase, I climb it up, trying my best to ignore the couples sitting on the stairs while doing all the vile things possible. Just go home and do it! Why in public, for God's sake?

I'm not usually this irritated but it's just not the situation where I can keep my calm. So I'm complaining about anything and everything.

Like who makes such a big house and then throw a party here and doesn't have enough bathrooms to use. Clubs are better than this. At least there are several cubicles. I don't even know whose idea it was to make such a huge place but keeping only one bathroom at a floor. Do they not know holding pee is the most difficult thin-

A hard wall of muscles crash into me, or more like I crashed into it. Wincing, I come out of my train of thoughts as I look up to see who is it.

Oh my holy mother...

Why him?!

"What are you doing here?" deep dark voice, laced with nothing but manly-ness and dripping seduction asks me.

It's a stupid question though. He's the one who let us in his house. Why's he asking me, again?

"Party..," I rumble out, my brain snorted at me.

Jungkook sighs and the strong smell of mint and alcohol invades my nostrils. Thats when I notice how close we are.

Oh holy-

I try to step back, but totally forgot that I'm standing on a stair. I yelp as I ready myself from the greatest fall anyone can ever have as my feet wobbles. All the air wooshes out of me as my hands try to catch something.

"Careful," I hear Jungkook's voice before his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me towards him.

I plunge forwards towards him as my heart starts to beat frantically. My stomach acted in a weird away as I feel butterflies flapping inside of me. Did I just, almost died?!

"You fine?" he asks me.

I stiffen in his hold as I recall again. Right, I'm in his arms.

My hands are clutching the material of his Grey hoodie tightly, like my life depends on it. My breasts are pressed to his front and his hand on my waist is holding me so tightly. I can feel some of the skin of his hand on my bare back and I swear to god, I feel like that part of the body is on fire.

I take in a shaky breath and nod, looking at his beautiful face. Oh god, how can someone be this beautiful yet so manly that it physically intimidates me to stand in his vicinity. He has sharp jawline with round cheekbones. His lips are sensual and pulled into a tight line. His eyes are like galaxy, millions of stars in them. Even though there's a frown on his eyebrows, his eyes holds the power of melting anyone.

His hair, the most perfect shade of raven and looks so hold able as they cover his eyes a little.

The rumble in my bladder brings my attention to it. I clench my thighs at the pressure as I feel a chill run down my spine.

"Washroom, I was looking for washroom," I tell him, thanking God, I said it without any stutter.

He hums and just stare at me with same dark expression. Did he hear that I'm literally dying here from the pressure from my bladder?

He licks his lips before he makes me stand properly and leaves my body. He tells me to follow him and that's what I do.

"All the washrooms are occupied right now. If it's necessary, you can use mine," he says and I almost mewl at his velvety voice.

Get a grip, Hana.

Also, did he just mention to take me to his own room?

He wants to sleep with you.

My body turns hot at the thought. Does he?

Maybe he's just nice enough to help the poor girl here? I mean I checked for myself, the washrooms are booked and I also didn't want to use any washroom that might've smelt something very close to hell, so isn't it good that he's providing me with help?

There are handful of beauties here. I'm the last girl he'll want to sleep with.

"Yeah sure," I say and clear my thought at the end.

Let the man help.

You weren't getting good feel about this night. Maybe what's going to happen next was the reason.

Shut up, stupid brain. It's not.

Is it, though?

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