"I'm Jackson Wang, it's nice to meet you," he grins, setting your hand back down. "Can I get your name?"

Jackson looks dashing in a baby blue and navy button up, which is fully tucked into his navy slacks. His sleeves are rolled up to his mid forearms, and the top three buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing his collar bones and the top of his chest. His hair is styled back with a few bangs hanging above his left brow. Your heart almost jumps up to your throat as he leans in closer to hear you. He smells incredible.

"Oh- um, I..." you stutter. "I'm [Y/N]."

"That's a beautiful name," he says, still speaking in English. "Are you two here alone?"

"What did he say?" Nanami asks.

"Ah, he's asking if we're here alone," you respond in Korean.

"Yes, we are," Nanami responds sternly. She seems to be irritated with Namjoon for ignoring you, even though you'd already told her what these parties are like.

"Oh!" He beams, clapping his hands together. "You speak Korean? I'm sorry, I just assumed..."

"It's okay," you giggle, "I'm used to it, I'm not offended. We can use whichever language you prefer."

You see Joohoney slide Nanami from the booth, walking her to the dance floor.

Jackson leans up to your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. "I'd like to use English with you, it'll be like we're having our own secret conversations that only you and I understand." He pulls back with a small smirk, biting into his lower lip.

I knew this man was a flirt, but damn. He sure is good at it.

He extends his hand towards you. "Would you care to join me on the dance floor?"

You glance over towards Namjoon's corner and see he's still not looking your way. He's smiling and chatting with the crowd, Miss Grabby Hands giving him a playful slap against his chest.

That's my namtiddy, bitch- fuck this.

You don't want to think about them anymore, you want to be distracted. And Jackson Wang is the perfect man for the job.

You reach out and take his hand, giving him a flirty smile back. "I'd love to, but I have to warn you I haven't danced much."

"That's okay beautiful," he smiles while helping you up. "I have a feeling I'll be able to move your body against mine just fine."

FUCK he is good at this. I need to start listening to more GOT7.

He guides you over to the dance floor with his hand on the small of your back, making his way towards the middle. He spins you towards him, guiding your arms up over his shoulders as he places his hands on your hips, and slowly starts moving your bodies in sync.

You find it pretty easy to match him, and you can tell he's purposely doing it that way. You end up really enjoying it and laughing along with him as he makes flirty jokes into your ear. He asks you about your move here and how you're liking it, and you ask him about his life and how things are going for his group.

After maybe 15-20 minutes of dancing, Jackson slows down a little bit. "Um... I have a really random question." He says.

"Okay?" You look up and see confusion on his face.

"Well... this is going to sound really weird," he pauses. "But are you and... Kim Namjoon a thing?"

"Huh? Why are you asking about Namjoon? " You question, cocking your head to the side.

"The man has been throwing daggers at me with his eyes since a while ago." He sighs. "We had a small argument the other day so I thought he might've still been mad, but I don't think I'm the one he has his eyes on."

You turn your head a little to see what he's talking about. Sure enough, Namjoon is standing there with his crowd of people, but he's not looking at them anymore, he's looking right at you. More like glaring, his tongue poking against his cheek.

Oh fuck that is so sexy, maybe I should piss him off more often.

"Oh," you chuckle awkwardly, looking back at Jackson. "Well... we..." you think for a second, struggling to find the right words. "We're not?" Your statement sounding more like a question. "I don't really know. I mean I came here as his plus one but haven't been able to see him since. He hasn't even looked my way, I didn't think he'd care," you start rambling.

"Did you say yes to dancing with me to make him jealous?"

You start to panic until you look up at Jackson's face to find a smug grin playing on his lips. He doesn't look angry, he actually seems rather intrigued.

"No," you answer honestly. "I said yes to dancing with you because I wanted to dance with you. But..." you shrug with a small grin, "if Namjoon did happen to see and get jealous it would be a win-win for me."

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh beautiful, if you want to make him jealous you need to do better than that."

You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mea-"

You're cut off by your own gasp as Jackson whips your body around to face away from him, grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. He presses your ass against his lower half, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "This is how you do it."

Jackson sways his hips to the music, moving yours with his. He removes one hand from your hip to brush your hair to one side, exposing your left shoulder and neck.

You suddenly feel his lips press against your skin, right under your ear as he leaves little pecks all the way down to your shoulder. Due to a mixture of your shock and Jackson's speed, you're unable to react with anything other than a gasp.

He brings his face back up near your ear, you can feel a smile across his mouth. "And that's how you do it, beautiful."

Jackson lets you go as the song comes to an end. He backs up and takes your hand, raising it to his lips for another kiss. "And with that, I will have to bid you goodnight, as I am not interested in getting murdered." You watch as he disappears into the crowd, your mouth still hanging open.

You freeze there, not daring to look in Namjoon's general direction. You see a sign to your left, it has an arrow to a hallway that reads bathroom underneath it.

You immediately book it for the restroom.

You bust through the door, scaring the hell out of another girl in there. "Oh sorry," you huff, trying to catch your breath. She gives you a small nod and heads back out to the main area.

You walk towards the mirror and place your hands on the counter sink, leaning onto your palms.

"Oh god," you groan, still feeling your buzz. "Did that really just happen?"

You look at yourself in the mirror and are surprised your hair and makeup still look decent after all that dancing.

Maybe he didn't see. Right? Right. Yes. He has Grabby Hands. Yes. Everything is fine.

You take a couple deep breaths before returning out into the crowd. You spot Nanami sitting back at the table, this time with a different guy next to her.

Before you can make it to her, you feel a firm grasp around your wrist. Slowly looking up, you see the last person you want to see right now; an angry Namjoon.

"We need to talk," he says with a clenched jaw.

You look around and see half the room is staring at you; Grabby Hands has her mouth hanging open. You'd feel smug about it if you weren't in this situation. "Um, okay," you smile awkwardly, trying to remove his hand. "But maybe not here."

He keeps his grip on your arm, turning to drag you out of the entertainment room and up the first flight of stairs. His grip on your wrist is tight, but not tight enough to hurt you.

Everyone is watching you.

He leads you into an empty bedroom and closes the door, releasing your arm.

"U-um," you chuckle awkwardly, "I think bringing me in here and closing the door is going to make things worse."

"What was that down there?" he asks, ignoring your comment. His voice is deep and raspy. He's pissed.

"What do you mean what was that?" You step back and avoid his eyes. "We were just dancing."

"Do you let every guy you dance with kiss you?"

Your eyes snap to his. "First of all he did not kiss me, he just did that to mess with you." Your arms cross over your chest, taking a more confident stance. "Second of all, I'm surprised you even saw since you had Grabby Hands all over you."

"Grabby what?" He asks. "What does that even mean?"

"I saw that girl touching you, Joon. I was prepared for you to chat with other people all night but it was annoying seeing that model keep touching you."

"What model are you even talking about? Are you talking about Rachael?" He asks frustratedly.

"I don't know her name, and I don't want to," you glare, your hands now in fists at your sides.

"Okay so a girl touched my arm a few times, but I didn't take her out onto the dance floor and grind on her." He scoffs. "It's not the same."

"Again," you sigh, "Jackson only did that because of how obvious your glaring was. He literally left because he knew it made you mad."

"You still let him do it," he growls.

"And you let her touch you!"

"That is not the same and you know it!"

You both stand there, huffing from anger. You're not screaming at each other but your voices are definitely raised.

You take a deep breath in, crossing your arms again.

"Okay, fine," you exhale. "It's not the same."

Namjoon's shoulders relax a little.

You turn your head and focus on the side table a few feet from him, not wanting to look in his eyes. "Honestly, I wasn't even that upset about Grabby Hands. Yes it was annoying but I was able to distract myself. I really only intended to dance with him normally out there."

He moves to take a step towards you.

"But," you angrily turn to make eye contact, stopping him in his tracks, "I'm pretty upset that it took another guy touching me for you to even acknowledge me."

His brows furrow in confusion. "We talked about this. You know I'm basically required by contract to talk to certain people here, I can't just-"

"Not a wave, not a smile, nothing." You cut him off, looking back towards the side table. "I looked over at you multiple times and you never once looked my way. Eventually I just had to purposely ignore your existence because it was hurting my feelings."

His eyes widen slightly, processing your words.

You both stand there in silence for some time before Namjoon takes another step closer to you.

You're still scowling towards the table, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I couldn't look at you."

You quickly glance up at him and then back to the table.

"Why not?"

"Because every time I looked at you, I also saw all the men around you, staring at you and I hated it." He takes another step closer and is within inches from you. "Looking at you made me want to leave this stupid party and take you back to my place. I didn't want to be here, I just wanted to watch you melt into my arms like you always do."

You stand there, still avoiding his eyes, but not because of anger anymore. You're now the color of a cherry tomato from embarrassment.

"Look at me," he says softly.

You keep your eyes fixated on the side table like your life depends on it, heart almost beating out of your chest. He's so close you can smell his cologne and it makes you want to rip off his clothes right there.

"I said look at me," he says again, this time cupping your face to make you look up and meet his eyes.

The look on his face evaporates every ounce of anger you've ever had. He's looking at you like you're the only person on the planet.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs.

You bring your arms up to gently place your hands on his wrists as he holds your face.

"I'm sorry too," you say, almost a whisper.

As your eyes get lost into his, your face and neck are burning where he touches you, your body begging for more of him. His eyes flicker down to your mouth, and he gently rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, sending butterflies into your stomach.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as well, giving him the signal he was waiting for. Your eyes flutter closed as he leans in and connects your lips with his, sending an electric current through your entire body.

His kiss is gentle but firm as he holds your face in place, him relishing the feeling of you melting into him.

He slowly pulls his lips away and you almost whimper, wishing you could kiss him for hours. But you know this was huge for him, so you don't push for anything more.

After he pulls back, he gently places a kiss on your forehead before removing his hands from your face to wrap you in a hug. You happily nuzzle yourself into his embrace.

"Let's not fight anymore," you say into his shoulder. "And no more stupid parties."

"Oh thank god," he laughs, releasing you from the hug. "I hate these things."

"Now..." you frown, "how the hell are we getting out of here?"

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Chappy 16 ~

What do y'all think of their fight?

Do y'all want a Namjoon POV? Might do that as a bonus chapter later.

I'm super stoked to post ch 17 already lol

ALSO HAPPY COMEBACK DAY. BEEN LISTENING TO RUN BTS ON REPEAT FOR HOURS.

AND NAMJOON HAS A TATTOO NOW?! I'M DONE. SEE YOU IN HELL.