After she left, my knees gave out as I slid onto the floor against the lockers. Nobody knew about my situation, but that was very low of Jae-woo. This shouldn't be making me angry, but I am.

I grabbed a fistful of my hair, wanting to pull it out—she just makes me so mad!

"Leave Y/N alone." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up, turning my head left, then right before spotting Jungkook and Jae-woo standing in the corner. Jae-woo has her hand on his chest, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

Stop it, Y/N!

"Why would you want a whore like her?" I heard faintly. I put my hand down, whore. Is that really what I am?

A loud punching noise echoed, making me flinch. Did he hit her? I wondered. The halls were quiet—I could even hear a pin drop.

With my head still down, footsteps approached me, then past me. I looked up to see Jungkook walking away. His fist was swollen—my eyes widened. He must've punched a locker then. That poor locker.

"You good?" Jae-eun walked towards me and grabbing my hand to pull me up. I nodded, but it didn't quite convince her. Hell, I can't even convince myself.

"I heard Jungkook talking about you... tell me what's wrong, Y/N." She said, crossing her arms.

"I said I'm fine, can you just leave me alone?" I responded a bit too harshly.

"I'm sorry, I'm being pushy." She looked down. There was an awkward silence before she broke it—"I heard there's a party at Kim Taehyung's house, If you want to tag along let me know so I can get you ready for Jungkook." She winked.

"You probably don't want to," correct. "But if you change your mind just text me."

I felt guilty, knowing that all she wants for me is to loosen up a bit and to have fun.

"I'll let you know." I gave her a fake smile.

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I am so going to regret this.

Save a car seat for me, I'm coming with you.

I placed my phone down onto the nightstand, hoping that there's still enough time for her to help me dress up.

Not even five minutes later, my doorbell rings. She knew.

I opened the door as Jae-eun stood there. "You're still in your pajamas? We have a lot of work to do," She sighed.

"Now lets get you ready!" She exclaimed. I am not exactly a fan of parties, since there's always alcohol involved—which could lead to many, many things.

Jae-eun rummaged through my closet until she pulled out a pink, flowery knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. How did she find this under all the clothes in my drawers? I was hoping she wouldn't pick this out. It definitely wasn't my style, and I certainly do not remember why I bought it in the first place. Maybe I was drunk.

I shook my head, refusing to put the dress on. "Come on, Y/N! Jungkook will love the dress." She raised her eyebrows at me. Please kill me now God.

"There's nothing going between us. Plus he probably won't even be there." I responded, hoping that I was right."

"The seven of them are basically brothers so I'm sure he will be there. Stop talking and put the dress on since I have to do your hair and makeup as well." I sighed, what did I get myself into?!

30 minutes later, we were finally done. I don't know who I am anymore. Jae-eun picked out a wavy hairstyle and a natural makeup look with a pink-ish nude lipstick. I must say, I do like this.

"You look stunning babe!" Jae-eun exclaimed. I mean, she created this look.

"Jungkook is going to be so excited to see you." She winked. I rolled my eyes.

"Look at Y/N."

"Woah."

I never expected to be in the center of attention when I walked into the party. They even recognize me through all this makeup and dress. Unfortunately, being the center of attention is not my ideal.

What was even worse is that Jae-woo was there, the most dramatic girl that goes to Seoul High, maybe even the world—and she stood right in front of me. She scoffed before walking away with her minions following her. Tonight will be interesting.

I have been free of alcohol for awhile—three years specifically. After a few years of coping somehow, I was 13 when I picked up my first bottle of alcohol. It was vodka. Pretty strong for a first timer, huh?

It got too out of control. I would come home too drunk and out of it so profusely that my grandmother almost kicked me onto the streets—which made my head clear up. I needed help, so I got it. After two years of profusely drinking, I finally stopped.

I stared at the glass of soju, what could happen? I slowly touched the red cup to my lips before tilting the cup, the soju going into the mouth. It was horrible at first, but then I got used to it.

Just like that razor on my skin.

Jae-eun came up to the drink area and ordered another soju before sitting on the stool next to me. "Are you okay?" She mouthed. I nodded, smiling.

We've only been here for thirty minutes but Jae-eun is already drunk. She got up from her seat, her legs wobbling as I stood from my stool and held her upright.

"Hey look it's Jeon Jungkook over there." Jae-eun extended her arm and pointed to him. I slapped her hand away before he could spot us.

"Come on, go talk to him!" She slurred. I swear, this girl must be crazy.

I felt a force being pushed on me—Jae-eun pushed me towards him. I bumped into something, looking back, it was Jungkook. "Hey princess," he looked down at me. Jungkook was looking good as usual.

His eyes travelled from the top of head to the bottom of my feet. "You look good," he smiled. That billion dollar smile that make girls woo. I blushed, not knowing what to do—I turned my head away from him.

I spot her in the crowd, dancing her way towards us—well, to Jungkook. It's as if I wasn't there. "Hey," she said in a seductive tone as she placed her palms onto his chest.

"Loosen up babe! This is a party anyways." The tone of her voice changed at the end, then she turned to me.

Smirking, Jae-woo got up to my ear as she whispered, "I told you to stay away." Before I could react to what she said, her red cup filled with soju was lifted over my head and poured onto my hair and dress.

Everything is ruined. I am humiliated.