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NAMJOON

Last Year Halloween

"What are you talking about!? You told me no one else was in the room!"

God, why did she have to have such a big mouth? I mean it was useful for one thing but now the nagging is just a turn off.

"Why the hell are you so calm? I'm gonna get kicked out of the fucking school, Namjoon."

"Anna, listen. I'm truly sorry that those videos got leaked but—"

"They weren't leaked! Someone sent it out. How many times do I have to explain that?!" She was a sobbing wreck, not the kind of crying where it was just tears and sniffles. It was the snot, the swollen eyes, ugly frown, the messy hair. It was gross to watch. Not just her crying but this entire fucking situation was gross.

But truthfully, those were the things that just made her an easy fuck.

I might have done her a favor by sleeping with her, but she was now a star on campus thanks to the team.

"You fucking misogynistic assholes just automatically assume that it's my fault this is happening."

"It isn't?" I looked away from her, looking out at the soccer field and watched as my nosy teammates watched from a distance. The coach went inside to go use the can but really he was crying over his divorce again.

"You were the one that texted, called and planned it. You just chose the wrong location." I said in all honesty because those were all facts. Now if I wanted to be a dick I would have read our messages aloud just to really tip her over the edge.

"I-I was drunk at the party. You have to understand that."

"Oh no, you were sober the entire time. All those drinks you took were virgin, not one drop of alcohol."

"B-But the red c-cups."

"For fucks sake. How old are you? Twelve?" I was pissed off dealing with her. "Red cups have nothing to do what's poured into them. For a junior you're acting more like a freshie that just got here. Now put your big girl pants on and get on with your life." I ended our conversation there but she seemed to not want it to finish.

She suddenly grabbed my arm and fell to her knees. It was ironic how this situation is different from the last (last time she had my dick in her mouth but that's besides the point).

"N-Namjoon, you have to help me. I-I don't have anyone else." She pleaded.

I took a second to really think about helping her, what would be benefiting me from helping her get the entire campus to forget about that sex tape. The board gave her two weeks to solve this case but no one would guess a soccer prodigy from a low income family would do such a thing.

That's because I didn't.

"Sorry, princess, Namjoon has to get back to practice."

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JOY

PRESENT DAY

"Joon!" I knocked on the dorm door. "Joo—"

The door swung open and a blondie appeared.

"Hey, baby," Namjoon kissed me on the cheek as I still tried to process his hair.

"You dyed your hair?" I laughed as I walked in and slipped off my shoes. "Just for tonight?"

"It's just those temporary dyes that stay in for like two days." He shrugged then looked me up and down. "Who knew Daphne Blake would look so good on you?" He wrapped me in his arms and pat the orange wig that sat on my head.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Freddie." I brushed my hands through his new blonde hair, pulling his head towards me to lock his lips with mine.

"God, please do that when I'm gone."

I smiled at the familiar voice and turned to Jungkook. "It's not my fault you're not gone yet."

"Can I be Scooby Doo or something? Anything to make me not have to match with Ezra."

"Just cause you don't have feelings anymore doesn't mean you hate her, does it?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"No," Jungkook murmured. "But she's making us be Ghostbusters, and that movie is so against every science law ever made."

"Ezra likes ghostbusters?" I asked, glancing at Namjoon then Jungkook again.

"She's going to be a sexy dead ghost." Jungkook lifted the fake gun in his hand. "I'm the ghostbuster."

Namjoon laughed with me. "Now that's the Ezra I know."

//

Namjoon held onto my hand as we entered the room of the long-awaited Halloween Party. Everyone was dressed from head to toe in costumes that ranged from sexy bunny outfits to clowns with wings.

We walked over to a separate room away from the party. The room was a deep purple (or at least I thought it was, I could be wrong due to the lighting) with dark green and royal blue couches in the middle. Some people lounged around, leaning against the walls or sitting on lone chairs of all sorts of colors.

It was a unique room. Not my taste though... never.

"What do you want to drink?" Namjoon yelled over the music once sitting me down on one of the main couches.

"Can you see if they have orange juice?" I yelled back.

He nodded and disappeared into the crowd. I sat still on the blue and white striped couch until someone called my name.

"Joy!"

I looked up to see Yuna and Valerie smiling, drinks in their hand. They looked normal, no overly dressing up in costumes. They were something, I just wasn't sure what.

"You look awesome!" Yuna took a seat next to me, laughing. "Where's Namjoon?"

"He's getting drinks." I smiled as Valerie took a seat, too. "It's so nice to see you guys. How are you?"

Valerie waved her hand around. "I'm so-so. Can never be too happy in college, can you?"

Yuna rolled her eyes like an older sister. "She's doing great. How are things with Joon?"

"Speak of the devil." Valerie pointed to a group of guys walking over to the three of them. A group of guys lead by Namjoon.

"Fred and Daphne?" Yuna looked at me.

"That's us." I shrugged. "Apparently Joon is a fan."

"Hey, princess." Namjoon handed me my drink with a side of a kiss on my cheek. "I want you to meet some people." He signaled to the guys behind them.

"We'll see you later," Valerie and Yuna stood up. "Have to make our round of hello's."

I nodded and waved goodbye to the two girls. Namjoon took the vacant seat beside me as the other guys sat across from us.

I was nervous again. These people are important to Namjoon, which means they're important to me. I didn't want to blow a first impression.

"Joy, these are my soccer guys." Namjoon's hand found my back and rubbed it. "Guys, this is Joy."

"Namjoon won't shut up about you." One of them said. He was, literally, dressed up. Suit and tie. He had tattoos like Namjoon, but instead most were seen on his neck and down his chest.

Maybe he was a Mafia boss tonight?

Namjoon smiled beside me. "Of course I won't shut up about my princess." He squeezed me closer, kissing the top of my head.

"Sick, don't do nicknames around us," Another said laughing then sticking a finger up his mouth with his tongue out.

Rude, but Namjoon laughed so I did too.

I cleared my throat. "You guys have probably done so much for Namjoon, thank you."

"Yeah, when we heard he got a girlfriend we couldn't believe it. He's not one of those commitment guys," A blondie said.

Namjoon sat up straight, but still smiled. "You know I'm not like that anymore."

"Oh, we'll see about that," One replied with an obnoxious laugh.

I sighed. I was worried trying to make a good first impression when really it was them who should be worried. This first impression wasn't one I expected.

"So have you got in her pants yet?"

"Excuse me?" I blurted out.

Namjoon took a sip of his drink with a chuckle. "If you know we haven't done it, why ask?"

"Aw, Joy. Why aren't you letting your little boyfriend hit it?"

I laughed out of unbelief. "I can't — Why are you asking me such personal things?"

"Any close friend of Joonie's is a close friend of ours," Another said. "Don't you want to be close friends?" He pouted.

I grimaced.

"C'mon, baby, loosen up. They're just joking." Namjoon held onto my hand.

"Yeah, Daphne. We're just joking. I thought you'd be more entertaining than this." The guy in the tux complained.

"I'm not here for your entertainment." I started to speak with sternness in my tone.

Namjoon nudged me with his shoulder. "Princess, it's just a joke—"

"Why aren't you on my side?" I began to yell, standing up. "It's obviously insults they're throwing at me!"

"Woah, Joy—" Namjoon stood up.

"Hey, princess, just cause your daddy is all high and mighty doesn't mean everything people say to you is an insult," said one of the guys, then he looked to the rest of his team as they laughed.

Namjoon grabbed onto my arms. "Baby, we can go somewhere else—"

"God, just let go of me!" I yanked my arms away, causing Namjoon to stumble and spill his drink on my clothes. The liquid sunk into the fabric of my shirt, showing the outline of my bra.

One guy whistled. "Damn, Joonie, you got yourself tits!" The others joined in on the commotion as I covered myself with my arms.

Namjoon took off the handkerchief around his neck and handed it to me. "Joy, I'm so sorry I—"

"Leave it, Joon." I threw his handkerchief back and left, the sound of laughter still filling my ears.

The music blared in my ears as I stumbled into the main room. I bumped against people dancing, murmuring a small "excuse me" every time I did.

My eyes were blurry from the tears gathering at the brim. One fell and I wiped it away, sniffling. I just needed to find Taegan, she's in here somewhere. She'd take me home.

Or Valerie. Maybe Yuna.

No I wouldn't want to ruin their fun.

Maybe I'll just walk back to my dorm. It wasn't too far, was it?

Another tear fell and I covered my mouth before I could let out a sob.

Why did Namjoon have such terrible friends? Was he that bad of a person in his past to have friends like that?

Maybe he wasn't the best. Maybe he'd let me go soon. Did he really like me or was he toying with me too?

Overthinking made my brain hurt. I just needed to sleep. Maybe get something to eat.

Maybe—

"Sorry," I muttered as I bumped into another person.

"Joy?"

I looked up, coming face to face with someone I didn't know I needed. My lips curved in a frown and I let my tears out, falling against Jungkook's chest.

I sobbed against his shirt. Why was I so emotional over nothing? Was I making too big of a deal?

I let my thoughts wander as Jungkook traced a hand down my back.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

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