Terrible Things

Chapter 7 - Then

"Come on, Yoongs! You gotta get into the partying spirit," Hoseok whines, clinging onto my side. He's spent the majority of the night there, his clinginess agitating Jimin - who clung to my other side, shooting glares at my over-excited friend whenever he interrupted our conversation.

People mingle all around us, status momentarily forgotten in the haze of the party. Alpha, Omega, or Beta, just for this small amount of time it didn't matter. Drinks are passed around, laughs ringing out around the courtyard of Hoseok's house. He was really lucky that he lived out in the middle of nowhere or else someone definitely would've called the police to shut down our party.

"It's almost midnight, Hoseok," I grumble, shaking him off. "I don't want to party, I want to sleep." I suddenly envied Namjoon and Jin and their all to convenient visit to Jin's parent's place.

I would've given anything to get out of attending this party, but Jimin wanted to come and somehow I just couldn't tell him no.

"But it's New Years," he mumbles, his words barely slurring despite the fact that I know he's probably pretty close to being black-out drunk.

"Exactly," I sigh, running my free hand down my face in agitation. "Who even decided that New Years was the holiday where everyone should stay up super late and get wasted?"

"I don't know, but I wish I did so I could thank them," he giggles. He looks to Jimin, giving him his best puppy-dog eyes. "Jiminnnn, get him to relax, please? He likes you the most."

I feel Jimin puff up beside me, much like he always did when someone mentioned how fond I was of him. A cocky smile lifts his lips, "Of course he does, he's my boyfriend." A rush of warmth fills me at the word. It's only been a short amount since we started dating, but the word still sent a rush through me. Jimin rests his head on my shoulder, his pink-locks tickling my cheek as they sway in the breeze. "And because he's my boyfriend-" there's that word again, "-I know that he really isn't one for parties." Hoseok pouts, his confidence in Jimin persuading me swaying. "But," Jimin smiles mischievously, "that doesn't mean that I won't try."

Hoseok beams, jumping up in excitement. "I knew that I could count on you, Jimin!" He smacks Jimin on the shoulder, laughing as he disappears into the crowd and leaves us alone.

I step away from Jimin, raising a brow. "So you're gonna get me to loosen up, huh?"

He twines our fingers togethers, giving my hand a soft squeeze. "Maybe, maybe not. Mostly I just said it to get him to go away. I love Hoseok, but sometimes he can be a little much."

"You're telling me," I sigh. I knew more than anyone that Hoseok could come off a bit strong. After all, he was loud and basically a human ball of sunshine - always jumping from one place to another, brightening the room he was in. Sometimes being around him was exhausting, and not everyone understood that feeling. I'm glad that Jimin did.

But then again, Jimin seemed to understand me more than anyone I've ever met. Even more than Namjoon, and that was saying a lot since we've been friends since we were kids.

Jimin tugs on my hand, leading me deeper into the party. Music pounds through the yard, the bodies around us moving to the music. I don't know the song, can't even concentrate enough to be able to listen to it, at least not with Jimin's hand in mine. A shoulder crashes into me, an elbow pokes into Jimin's side in front of me, but still he pushes on, not faltering a bit or paying the people around us any attention.

We break through the edge of the crowd, a sigh of relief escaping me. Jimin squeezes my hand again, a small act of comfort. He leads me forward, towards what must have been our destination this whole time - the bar.