"You got me there."

I giggle, He laughs sweetly again,

"Hey, don't try anything on me."

His hands go up in surrender, as his head tilts upwards. Taehyung comes back with two drinks in hand, giving me one.

"Thank you, but I thought you don't drink."

He smiles, "It's Coke, yours isn't."

"Oh, makes sense. Thank you." I say.

Taehyung turns to Jimin, as he points at him.

"Who's this?"

Seriously? Wait, why is he acting like he doesn't know him? Are they trying to do something with me?

"Nice try, she knows me asshole."

Taehyung managed to keep the expression going.

"What do you mean?"

"She did research on me, she knows I know you."

I smile as I take a sip, soon later making a sound from the bitter aftertaste.

"So, what was the plan?"

Taehyung leans in, "Huh?"

Jimin gulps, "What do you mean?" I take another sip before continuing.

I chuckle, "Two guys that are professional cons next to one girl with power. What is it, huh?"

Jimin laughs as he waves his hand, "Nothing I swear. Just testing out if Taehyung really does like you."

"So does he?" One more sip.

Jimin nodded, as he sit back to relax his tense shoulders. Surprisingly Taehyung doesn't deny anything, which I suspect more.

"Hey Jihyo? What's your iPhone password?"

I laugh, "Why?" As I take another sip.

Taehyung smiles again, "So I can add myself on your social medias."

I gave it to him anyways, I had too many sips and now I'm a bit sober.

"It's 'Password03'"

Taehyung chuckles, "A bit complex don't you think?"

I laugh, "It's great huh?"

As I take one more sip before stopping. I saw my close friend coming to me.

"Jihyo!" I stand up to give her a hug, as she did to me.

"You look beautiful!" She says.

"Thanks, and like always you do too." I reply without hesitation.

She pulls my arm, "Come dance with me!"

I look behind to see the dance floor already filled with people.

"What? no, I can't-"

She drags my arm, as she walks into the crowd.

"Oh c'mon, get loose!"

"Okay?"

She starts dancing, waving her hips and letting her arms fly in the air. I tried having the same mentality. Get lost to some Drake, it wouldn't hurt right?

-

-Taehyung's point of view-

"Hey dude, text Jungkook that." I say as I watch Jihyo walk out.

"I don't think her iPhone password would be the same as everything else."

"We gotta try."

Jimin dials Jungkook on the phone, calling him.

"Hey, her password is password03. See if it's related to anything like her computer."

I watched Jimin carefully to figure out words coming on the other end of the line.

"No, it's her phone's password."

Jungkook said a few more things before Jimin spoke again.

"Okay, thanks."

He puts his phone away, ending the call. I watch as Jihyo loosely dances on the dance floor with many other friends. But there's this certain prick my eyes are on.

He starts dancing behind people, but more specifically girls. He's making his way towards Jihyo.

I stand up, when then I see his hand out to grab her ass. I run as fast as I can to Jihyo, sliding behind her as I casually dance.

The guy taps my shoulder, "Dude what the fuck?"

"Your hand shouldn't be on random asses."

He turns around annoyed, dancing somewhere else. I only did that to protect her, but then now I realised I can't get out.

No, I literally can't get out.

There are people dancing completely near me, as they crowd up I can't see Jimin anymore. Jihyo finally turns around to see who I am.

"Taehyung?"

I shrug, "Yea?"

She pulls a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"You dance?"

I laugh, "No, some pervert tried to touch your ass."

"Oh, thanks."

She turns back to dancing. I haven't seen her loose like that, she looked real. She didn't look like a robot for the first time. She looked like Jihyo.

I've got to admit that conversation was a bit awkward though.

-

"Are you cold?"

She giggles, "Noo."

I try asking lightly, but I really did get annoyed. We were out in the driveway near her house, 12am after the reception.

"Okay. Is this your house?"

She nodded, giggling again. "Yeaaa."

She dragged out every word. It was cute but it was hard to manage a drunk Jihyo.

I take her to her front door and ring the bell. Quickly a maiden answers as she bows down in front of me.

"Welcome home. Is she-"

Her finger points at me. "Are you her boyfriend?"

I smile as I nodded. Jihyo softly yells out,

"Yea, he's my boyyyyfriiieenndd."

The lady nods again, "Take her to the couch, I'll prepare some food and water."

I nodded and did as told. Only problem, there were four different rooms and I couldn't tell which one was the living room.

I walk into a semi yellow coloured living room, with red accents breathing everywhere. I would say she likes things aesthetically pleasing.

I drop her on the red couch as I sat down next to her. She managed to sit straight, legs crossed and head faced at me. Her eyelids were practically closed. How much did she drink?

"You," she starts as she places her finger on my nose.

"Huh?"

"You." She says it again.

"Me, what?"

"You confuse me."

Her finger falls off my nose, as she slouches in the same position.

"How?" I ask, as I await for her drunken answer.

"You. Mess. With. My. Feelings. A. Lot."

She split up every word and spoke with an accent.

"How?" I ask yet again.

"Look," she starts as she sits up straight again.

"you do whatever you please. And you don't think of me. You can rub your hand on my back, and you won't understand how much it affects me."

She laughs again out of nowhere.

"You could kiss me, and you don't know how much it'll mean."

"Oh yea? How much?"

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"Let's find out."