"Woah!"

The blasted wire threw her off balance and Lindsay was sent flying backwards on to the table that stood right behind her.

She quickly reached over and grabbed the edge of the table, only for her to pull down the slippery table cloth with her hand, which ultimately resulted in knocking over a bowl of strange liquid over a black shiny laptop that was kept beside it.

The golden liquid oozed over the keyboard and trickled down its side leaving behind a sticky trail. What was even worse, was that it was the very laptop that was being used to play the very music needed for the party.

With a flicker of lights and a sizzle of sparks, the once bright screen of the device flashed off to a somber darkness and the soft music that had once enchanted the whole room, broke off and dyed down.

The soft romantic magic that the room was once basked in vanished and was replaced by a deathly silence of annoyance and confusion.

"Lindsay!" Hoseok yelled, as he ran over to her rescue. He found the girl sprawled on the floor, clutching onto the hem of the wrecked table cloth, looking quite estranged. "Are you okay?" he gently asked her as he offered his hand to help her up.

"Oh no," Lindsay gasped while clasping her hands over her mouth, as she took in the latest disaster she had wrecked on the dead laptop. With her breathing eventually racing alongside her heart, she looked around in horror at the crowds of teenagers shooting a million exasperated and cruel glares straight in her direction.

"What the heck is going on?"

The chorus of angry voices that followed from the guests, served to be the headache that was going to plague Lindsay's head.

"Who turned the music off?"

"It was that girl! She did something to the laptop!

"Hey, turn it back on!"

"What the heck did you just do?" Lindsay gasped as she looked up from her position on the floor to meet the cold gaze of a young girl dressed in an elegant black and gold dress.

She recognized the girl from Rochelle's group from earlier. She was undoubtedly a part of Rochelle's entourage who viewed Lindsay as she was filth.

"I- I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean-" Lindsay started to desperately blabber out an apology when Hoseok stepped in front of her, forming a barrier between her and Rochelle's elegant friend.

"Leave her alone, Ashley." Hoseok sternly said, glaring at her. "It was clearly just an accident."

Then he turned to Lindsay with a softer expression before cautiously helping her up to her feet before gently taking a hold of her hand to calm her frantic figure.

"Are you alright, Lindsay?" he asked, concerned. Lindsay bit her lip and slowly nodded while appreciating the warmth in Hoseok's voice, which was a cutting contrast to the icy glares and remarks from her ruthless audience.

Hoseok softly smiled at her before putting an arm around her. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."

He was about to escort Lindsay out of the snickering crowd when...

"What on earth happened here?!"

Both Hoseok and Lindsay cringed in fear when they instantly recognized the familiar voice of Namjoon which now bubbled with rage.

Looking up, Lindsay caught sight of Namjoon at the head of the grand staircase with Rochelle standing elegantly as ever by his side, looking alarmed. Upon looking closely, Lindsay saw that Rochelle had linked her arm with Namjoon just like how the couples who are in love do. The sight sent a pang to her already dismantled heart.

Sliding his arm away from Rochelle's, Namjoon hastily made his strides down the stairs with a domineering glare fixed upon Lindsay. His dangerous glare sent chills rippling down Lindsay spine, making her cling tightly onto Hoseok's sleeve.

With a small gasp, Hoseok was slightly taken aback by the abrupt action, but sent Lindsay a small reassuring smile before turning to Namjoon who had now reached the living room.

"Now, Joonie, let's first calm down. We can fix it, I'm sure." he tried to gently calm his seething friend down, but his efforts were futile.

Ignoring Hoseok's words, Namjoon marched straight over to his wrecked laptop on the middle of the table and took in the sight of how it was completely drenched and just rested there pathetically with a blacked out screen.

Taking a deep breath in, Namjoon clenched both of his fists and gritted his jaw before whipping his face around to glare Lindsay right in her fear stricken eyes. She quivered in fright and averted his gaze as she further tried to duck behind Hoseok's broad back, desperately hoping that he would be a protective enough shield from the wrath that Namjoon was undoubtedly going to unleash upon her in a couple of seconds.

"You!" he growled through gritted teeth, as he made a powerful advance towards Lindsay. "You did this!"

With a flash, Namjoon sharply grabbed Hoseok by the arm before thrusting him away to the side so that he can meet Lindsay eye to eye.

"Namjoon, wait!" Hoseok yelled out from the side, only to be silenced by Namjoon as he shot him a menacing look.

"Namjoon, please-" Lindsay whispered, her voice on the edge of breaking into sobs. "I'm so so sorry."

Namjoon greeted Lindsay's miserable apologies with a scoff laced with mockery.

"Sorry?" he laughed coldly at Lindsay who was holding her head down with shame. "In your entire worthless life, I'm sure that 'I'm sorry' are the words that you have used for more than half of your pathetic existence."

Lindsay's body flinched at the brutal words thrown at her.

Pathetic existence? Worthless?

Was that how Namjoon had felt about her this entire time?

She had always known that she could never be good enough, not even by the slightest, to be Namjoon's pet like Rochelle was, but she never fathomed that Namjoon's hatred towards her ran so deep.

She couldn't do it. She just couldn't meet his frightening eyes. If she did that, she knew that she would fall down again on to the floor while breaking out in wrenching sobs.

"I'm so sorry-" she muttered, quickly wiping her reddening nose and proceeded to take a few steps back to create as much distance as possible between her and the enraged man before her.

However, to her dismay, she failed to notice Rochelle standing right behind her. She monitored Lindsay walking backwards with a devilish smirk on her face, before extending her right leg forward.

Anyone could imagine what may have possibly happened next.

Lindsay tripped over Rochelle's extended leg and was hurled backwards onto another table, sending an array of delicate plates and porcelain cups flying into the air, before they collided onto the floor and smashed into a thousand fragments.

The crowd around her gasped in shock at the sight while others slapped their palms on their forehead. Mocking mumbles such as 'Lindsay's too much now' echoed around the room.

"Are you seriously kidding me?!" Namjoon hollered as he hovered over her, clutching his messy bangs. "Do you have any idea just how incredibly expensive was that collection of China that you just destroyed with your disastrous touch?!"

Almost insane and blood boiling with fury, Namjoon aggressively kicked a shard of porcelain that laid on his path. A painful reminder of the destruction of his once cherished possession.

Whipping around to face the crowd who was watching the stimulating scene with anticipation, he extended his arms and announced,

"Alright, everyone. I'm sorry, but the party is over! Please escort yourselves out! I'd like to be alone now, if you don't mind."

Almost immediately, the crowd responded with disappointment. With groans of dismay and mumbles of annoyance overlapping each other and forming a large commotion.

"Now!" Namjoon sternly emphasized his command, making the crowd finally gather in front of the doorway, before pooling out one by one and none of them were pleased with the host's untimely request to leave.

The only guest remaining was Hoseok who silently observed Namjoon standing in the empty living room, glaring down at a petrified Lindsay, who laid on the floor, surrounded with broken pieces of porcelain and food spilt all over her dress.

"Namjoon, please-" Hoseok tried to softly reason, but Namjoon held up his hand to stop him.

"Leave." he said coldly, not sparing his gentle friend a moment's glance.

With a heavy heart, Hoseok slowly nodded his head and turned to walk away with a sorrowful expression on his face. Before seeing himself out, he sent Lindsay, who still laid collapsed on the floor witnessing everything with a broken look, a painful glance as he mouthed a little 'I'm sorry' in her way.

As Hoseok gently shut the front door behind him, Lindsay felt as if she had been left abandoned in this cold and haunting house, cruelly thrown on the floor to cover under Namjoon's abdominal and unforgiving glare. The only person who had spared her so much kindness and warmth was also taken away from her by fate.

Namjoon stood there in complete silence for a moment, his long shadow stretched behind him, just silently towering over Lindsay like a ruthless king looking down at a peasant who was about to be sentenced to death.

Lindsay realized that this silence was just the eerie silence before a destructive hurricane.

"Get up!" he suddenly commanded, with his hands firmly placed on either sides of his hips.

Of course, she shouldn't have dared to even wish for a little help standing up when she was drowning in this intense turmoil.

As she silently obeyed him and gingerly picked herself up from the floor while brushing aside the many food crumbs tangled in her long coffee hair, she was suddenly taken back to the woeful day of her childhood.

The day of her father's grand celebration, when she rushed forward to shower her father with tender affection, but ended up tumbling an entire table of food on top of her father's superiors, and bringing dishonor and shame to the entire family.

She remembered just how ashamed and depressed she felt when she overheard her father complaining to her mother of him being referred to as 'the man with the problematic and hyperactive daughter' by his colleagues.

She remembered just how stone-cold her father's glare had been as he called her 'an embarrassment'.

The memory of her father's glare was so vivid that she imagined it appearing right before her eyes, but her father's glare upon her soon morphed into reality and took the form of Namjoon stern glare instead.

An odd sense of deja-vu engulfed her, as here she was, re-living the same memory... over again.

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A/N: Ehhh I have no idea what Namjoon has planned for Lindsay...but..... I think it could be bad....idk... :(

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