Chapter four

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After dinner Seunghyun and Jiyong went out and got some drink for the party as usual. So I took the opportunity and had a nice long bath, making myself feel relaxed and refreshed. I groaned at the thought of another party. They didn’t get too wild or anything like that, but they would last until two or three in the morning. On top of lack of sleep, there would always be a huge mess to clean up in the morning, both inside and out.

I sighed and wrapped myself in a towel. As I stepped out of the bathroom I walked straight into Jiyong. His hands shot out to steady me, grabbing my waist so I didn’t fall over. I clutched the towel tighter around myself as I tried to calm my shocked heart.

“Wow, I like the outfit,” he teased, looking me up and down, slowly. I slapped his hands away and stormed into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as the door closed, he knocked. “What, Jiyong?” I asked angrily, through the door.

“Angel, open the door please,” he requested, trying the handle.

“Ji, will you just go away? Seriously, I’m not dressed!” I frowned and stomped my foot, then immediately blushed and thanked God that he was outside the door, so he hadn’t seen that.

“Angel, please?” he begged.

I sighed; I hated it when he used that voice. That was his night-time voice and the one that I had trouble saying no to. I wrenched the door open and he smirked at me as he walked past me into my room.

“Well, what the hell do you want?” I asked, going to my closet and pulling out my favorite t-shirt of Ji's that I'd found in the wash. I pulled it on, being careful to keep the towel wrapped tightly around me too.

“Hey, I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said, nodding at my t-shirt.

I gasped immediately thinking he was going to ask for it back. This was my favorite t-shirt. I put it on whenever I felt like being a slob and lounging around the house.

“You’re not getting it back, I love this shirt,” I stated, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Fair enough. It looks better on you than it does me anyway,” he replied, with a grin, looking at my legs.

I sighed in exasperation. Why does he have to be such a flirt? “Seriously, what do you want?” I repeated, walking over to the door and putting my hand on the handle, ready to kick his out if he makes any more of his flirty comments.

“I just wanted to drop off my stuff. A change of clothes and things for tomorrow seeing as I’ll be here tonight.” He shrugged, dropping his bag onto my bed.

“And you couldn’t just pass it to me, instead of coming in here?” I asked angrily. Why did he have to make everything so freaking difficult?

“I could have done, but then I would have missed the pleasure of seeing your hot in my t-shirt. I think it’s very y when a girl wears her man’s clothes,” he purred, raking his eyes over me again, making me squirm.

I wrenched the door open and glared at him. “You’re not my man, so get the hell out!” I shouted.

“Whatever you say, Angel.” He chuckled and left, but not before shooting me his flirty wink.

I dried my hair off, straightening it and applied my make-up. Again, I hardly ever wear any makeup, even to parties, so I just added a little silver eyeshadow and some mascara, switching my clear lip gloss, for pink. I pulled on my midnight blue lacy bra and thong and looked through my closet. Parties at our house were always incredibly hot. Seunghyun and Jiyong practically invited the whole school and everyone crammed in, making everyone sweaty and hot so I didn't want to go for too many layers.

I pulled out a pair of black fairly short shorts and a tank top, then slipped on my silver long necklaces and my silver strappy sandals with a little heel. I looked myself over in the mirror. I had a nice figure, toned, not too skinny and curvy in all the right places. I took after my mom and had long legs and curvy hips, a small waist and slightly bigger than average s. I wasn’t the most attractive girl around, but I was happy with myself and that was all that mattered to me.

Seunghyun wouldn’t like this outfit though. It probably showed way too much skin for his liking, even though I was completely covered - and compared to the s he and Jiyong were used to hanging around with, I looked like a nun. I briefly considered changing before deciding against it, no it was hot and I wasn’t going to get all sweaty and wear jeans just because he doesn’t like guys to look his little sister.

I waited until the party was in full swing, that way Seunghyun wouldn’t tell me to go change like some little kid, in front of everyone. After about forty minutes, I made my way down the hall. There were people everywhere, some people were staggering around already. They must have only been drinking for an hour - it was pathetic. Seunghyun spotted me and gave me the death glare that ran in the family, and pointed for me to go back to my room, mouthing the word ‘change’ to me. I shook my head and smiled sweetly, mingling in with the party people, quickly heading to the other end of the lounge so he wouldn’t know where I was.

“Hey, Nick,” I chirped, as I spotted one of my best friends.

“Hey, girl. Wow, you are looking hot tonight,” he said looking me over, but not in the usual erted way guys had. Nickhun and I had been friends for a long time; he had been dating the same girl for the last two years and was completely besotted with her, which was really sweet.

“Thanks. You look good too,” I replied, smiling and looking around for my other friends. “Where’s Bom and CL?” I asked with a frown. They never missed these parties, for them it was just an excuse to drool over all the hot guys at school, mostly Seunghyun and Jiyong.

“They’re trying for your brother,” he stated, pointing to the kitchen, and laughing.

I looked where he was pointing, to see Bom and CL both giggling uncontrollably at something that Seunghyun had said. Bom had her hand on his arm, and CL was pressed against his side. Seunghyun looked completely uninterested but he was enjoying the attention, the same as always. He was used to the two of them hanging on his every word, whenever they came to my house they would flirt with him shamelessly, and he would walk around topless, chuckling at their lustful expressions.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Nickhun. “No Tiffany tonight?” I asked, scanning the room for her.

Just then someone grabbed me from behind. I let out a little squeal before they spoke and I realized it was Jiyong. “You look incredible, but I definitely preferred the towel,” he whispered seductively in my ear. His hot breath tickled down my neck, making me shiver. I could smell the beer on his breath but he never got drunk, Seunghyun did, but Liam always seemed to remain the one in control in case things got out of hand.

“Get bent,” I growled, turning to walk away to the kitchen. I still hadn’t even had a drink.

“Hey, Angel, wait for me!” he called, grabbing my hand as I continued to weave through the crowd of people making out and grinding against each other.

When I got to the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of a girl laying across my kitchen counter, and two boys doing shots off of her body. I recognized the girl easily by her red hair and lack of clothing. Jessica.

She let out an excited screech as we walked in. “Ji! Come on, baby, do a body shot,” she purred seductively.

Jiyong gripped my hand tighter and gave me his puppy dog face, asking for help. I just laughed and pushed him towards her. “Go on, Ji, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased, laughing hysterically at his horrified expression, which quickly turned to a smirk.

He gripped my hips and lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs so that our faces were inches apart. “Actually, I do. Lay down for me then, Angel.” He gave me a wicked grin but I knew he was only messing around.

“Kwon Jiyong, get your filthy man- hands off of me, now!” I whisper yelled at him, which made him chuckle again. He just shook his head, looking amused, and stepped back; pulling me easily from the counter and setting me back down onto my feet.

I grabbed a cup and poured myself three-quarters of a cup of Vodka and added a splash of orange juice, downing a shot of vodka whilst I was still pouring.

“Angel, take it easy there, alright?” He frowned at my drink shaking his head worriedly.

“No way. I’m getting wasted tonight, and there is no way I’m tidying up tomorrow.” I patted his chest as I walked back to my friends.

After a couple of hours, I was pretty drunk. I didn’t really feel very steady on my feet, but I carried on dancing with my friends anyway. Liam was chatting to some of his teammates not too far away and kept glancing at me.

“Seriously, Jiyong is checking you out!” Bom squealed in my ear for the fifth time.

“He is not! Don’t be so stupid, Bom, he’s probably just making sure I don’t throw up, he’s tidying up tomorrow.” I finished my drink and dropped my cup on the carpet. Ha, let them clean that in the morning because I’m not! I started laughing hysterically, which made Bom giggle too.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I shouted over the music.

The song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ which is Jiyong’s favorite song. I felt someone grab my hand and looked back to see Jiyong giving me a smile, one of the real ones, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dance with me, Angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Jiyong; I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck. He smelled amazing and I wondered what he would taste like if I him. Wait, did I just think about Jiyong like he was a Popsicle or something? I burst out laughing at my own idiocy. Jiyong pulled back and gave me a ‘what the heck’ face, which just made it funnier.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking amused, as he pressed his body back to mine. The song wasn’t really a slow song so we were swaying quite fast and half grinding against each other. I loved dancing, and he was really good at it, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.

I could feel him getting aroused but this didn’t bother me. Jiyong has been pressing his s on me since I was twelve and he was fourteen. He wakes up with one every day, and most of the time fall asleep with one too. I just ignore it. It was weird the first time it happened and really freaked me out. He had gone home that morning, so embarrassed that he’d almost cried, he’d spoken to his dad about it and then came back the next night and explained that it was normal for boys to have it happen because he was growing and it was all to do with hormones.

I didn’t know whether it was true or not, but I didn’t have any reason to doubt him. It was embarrassing for us both for a month or so, then it was a joke for a while, now we just ignore it completely. He pulled back to look at me and gave me one