Taken Prince / Prince clubbing
Taken Prince
  • Y/N's P.O.V.
  • "Your name is Nathan," I reminded Namjoon as we entered the club.
  • "That is understood."
  • We entered the club as I saw my four friends. "Hey!" I greeted and hugged them all. The music was playing loudly but we were luckily far away from the speakers and therefore could hear each other by screaming. "May I introduce you to Nathan. Nathan this is Jake, Emma, Oliver and Bianca," I introduced and they greeted each other. All of my friends are mafias. We usually went out to escape the cruel, violent world and lived our lives like normal human beings. However, I still had to hide Namjoon's identity from them because I really don't trust them with these.
  • Namjoon was still awkward around my friends and kept himself near me, gently holding a part of my shirt as he is afraid of being lost in this unfamiliar place. He's never been in a club, or bar, and that is absolutely understandable.
  • We ordered some drinks and sat down at an empty table. Namjoon didn't want to drink, but I told him he could give it a try and doesn't have to drink it fully if he doesn't want you. He has drunken before. There's no way he hasn't, even as a prince, but I don't think he drinks that often. It might be his royalty preventing him from drinking or he simply doesn't like it.
  • We decided to play never have I ever and the rules are simple: you drink if you have.
  • "Never have I ever," Bianca started. "Breathed," she continued, giving a smirk because she was making us all drink.
  • "Oh my god, this liquor is horrid," Namjoon said. Has he never drunken before? "The ones I own do not taste bad." One thing that caught me off guard was that he owns beer. I thought he only drinks wine or champagne in events but I guess not.
  • "You gotta deal with it or order something else," I said.
  • "It is okay. Keep going."
  • "Never have I ever fallen down the stairs in front of people," Oliver said. I looked at my friends, finding none of them drinking, before taking my shot of beer. "Oh wow, that must've been embarassing," Oliver said and laughed. He was right.. and it hurt too.
  • "Never have I ever sung karaoke in front of people," Emma said and we all drank. It's a pretty normal thing I guess.
  • "Never have I ever shoplifted," James said and we all drank once again, except for Namjoon. Well he probably didn't have to shoplift because he's so spoiled and rich.
  • "Never have I ever injured myself while trying to impress my crush," I said. I didn't drink because I've never done it. I said that to see who actually embarrassed themselves and Oliver drank. It was expected. He's so clumsy.
  • "Never have I ever not slept for the whole night," Namjoon said and we all drank. I mean, who haven't pulled an all nighter?
  • Our game kept going and we kept drinking. I started feeling my head being lightweight and life just became funnier. "Never have I ever went skinny dipping," I said, giggling and drinking again. Namjoon drinking caught me off guard. He has actually done many things that I never thought he would but still drank a lot less than us. He drank on unexpected stuff and didn't drink on stuff we thought he'd drink on.
  • I gasped and pointed at Namjoon. "You've went skinny dipping? We have to do that together sometime!" I said and giggled. My friends and him giggled too.
  • "No, thanks," he answered me, making me pout and look at my drink. Boring.
  • The next questions were a bit.. inappropriate. Namjoon drinking on some really got me gasping and yelling in shock. I really don't know him well enough.
  • Eventually, my friends were dropping out of our 'never have I ever' game to order more drinks and find someone to hit up on. The game stopped and I went to order a drink too. Namjoon went with me, not because he wanted to order something but because he didn't want to sit alone. I told him to go find someone but he didn't want to. I don't get his problem. He also said that he didn't want to drink more as the alcohol he drank in the game was enough for him. However, he was clearly not drunk nor tipsy yet so it was really boring of him to do that.
  • "Are you willing to ask someone here for a dance?" Namjoon asked. "Possibly show them a romantic interest?"
  • I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not really interested in a romantic relationship right now. Also, I probably won't dance with anyone other than you and my other friends. I'm quite introverted in clubs and don't want to meet anyone new to dance with then just leave, you know?" I answered and drank some of my drink. "Will you hit on someone here?"
  • "I am not sure, but probably not. I want a princess-like woman to marry, not someone from the club," he answered, making me nod understandably.
  • My face lit with joy when I heard my favorite song being played in the club.
  • "I never really knew that she could dance like this (hey)
  • She make a man wants to speak Spanish
  • ¿Cómo se llama? (Sí), bonita (sí)
  • Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira)"
  • "Oh my god!" I screamed at Namjoon. I love this song! Let's go!" I grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the dance floor.
  • "No, no, no!" he protested, which didn't really help because he was already on the dance floor by then and I know he'd do anything for me anyway. "I do not know how to dance."
  • "I'll teach you!" I grabbed his hand, moving them, and danced around him. I danced to where I stood behind him, then put my hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear: "Just jam to the song, man!"
  • "I'm on tonight
  • You know my hips don't lie
  • And I'm starting to feel it's right
  • All the attraction, the tension
  • Don't you see, baby, this is perfection?"
  • I started moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, feeling the beat coursing through my veins. Namjoon stood there for a moment, watching me with amusement, before he started getting the hang of the it. He put his hands on my hips, feeling the way they move. "Your hips really do not lie, huh?" he said, making me smile and sway my hips more to the beat.
  • "Nope! I'm Shakira!" I joked and continued dancing with him. Soon the song ended and I was ready to go back to drink something when Namjoon pulled me towards him by pulling my wrist.
  • "My turn." A hip hop song was playing, so I really wasn't expecting him to even know this song.
  • "You know this song?"
  • "Of course! It is 50 Cent, my favorite rapper. I am a huge Hip Hop fan!" I looked at him for a moment, shocked, before shrugging it off and jamming to the song.
  • "WOOOO! LET'S GO!" I saw Namjoon doing a few cool moves so I joined him. He was really funny and dancing with him was really fun. I really never expected that Namjoon would be like this in a club. I couldn't believe how good he was at dancing. His movements were fluid and graceful, almost like he was born to dance. We moved together in sync, laughing and enjoying the moment. For a moment, I forgot about everything else and just lived in the present.
  • When the song ended, we went back to the bar. "You know, you're really good at dancing."
  • He chuckled. "Thank you. I did not know I could do that."
  • "WOOO!" I screamed in joy, taking a sip from my drink.
  • We- wait no, I drank a bit more and chilled before a guy sat beside me and clearly wanted to start a conversation. I was sitting beside Namjoon but we weren't talk so it wasn't obvious that we're here together.
  • "Hello pretty girl," the handsome man that sat beside me said. He was obviously flirting so I thought why not flirt back?
  • "Hello handsome boy." He was actually quite handsome. He had brown, medium longed, wavy hair and really pretty facial features. Okay, but wow. I think I just found my type. His eyes were a bit slurry and sleepy, clearly meaning that he is drunk.
  • "Do you want a drink?" I had just finished mine, so his question fitted perfect.
  • "Yes, thank you," I said and smiled at him. He smiled back cutely with a cute gummy smile.
  • "2 whiskeys please," he ordered before looking at me with a smile. "So, what's your name?"
  • "Y/N, what's yours?"
  • "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. My name is Benjamin. Nice to meet you, Y/N." He extended his hand of a hand shake and I gladly took it.
  • "Nice to meet you too, Benjamin." We started talking a bit while drinking the drinks he ordered, and he was actually quite nice. I really enjoyed his company that I completely forgot that Namjoon was with me.
  • A few moments later, we went up to the dance floor and danced together. He was a really good dancer, probably skilled, and smelled good. Even with the smell of alcohol lingering in the air and even on him I could smell his good smelling cologne behind the alcoholic smell.
  • Our bodies swayed in sync with each other and I just couldn't help but touch his hair while dancing. The curly, brown hair was absolutely soft and amazing on him. It's really pretty!
  • "I like your dress," Benjamin complimented as we danced. I wore a black tight dress with a pearl necklace.
  • "Am I not the one making it pretty?" I asked boldly.
  • "Oh, you sure are but I'm sure you'd be prettier without it."
  • His comment definitely was shocking, but not unusual to me. I didn't answer him, taking it as a compliment, and continued dancing with him happily, enjoying the music.
  • The song seemed to go way faster than I thought it did, so unfortunately it ended shortly and we went back to our seats because the next song wasn't so fun. We went back to chatting once again. He was a really fun person to talk with and time seemed to go really fast with him. "Cheers," he said as we bumped our glasses together.
  • I was about to drink when someone suddenly snatched my glass away and threw it. "What the *?!" I said, looking at who snatched ny drink. My eyes got locked with a pair of angry yet worried ones, looking very pretty. His gorgeousness made me unable to speak as I just stared at him. Even his purple colored hair just made him look even more amazing. Oh, wow! He's gorgeous!
  • "Let us get out of here!" the gorgeous man in front of me said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me with him. I looked at the brown haired, beautiful man, mouthing him a "Sorry", before getting dragged out of the club by Namjoon.
  • "What's wrong with you?!" I screamed loudly, snatching my wrist away from Namjoon once we were out of the club.
  • "You are so drunk!" he said and opened his phone.
  • "I'm not!"
  • "You are! Let us go home. I will tell you why I pulled you out when you get sober," he said. He's so boring! I am sober! Okay, maybe I'm a bit tipsy but I can understand him if he explains why he dragged me out of the club like a hoe.
  • "No," I answered. "Tell me now! Please!" I whined.
  • "No! I ordered a Maxi and it will arrive shortly. You must sleep."
  • My face lit up. "You ordered a Maxi Burger? Gosh, I'm so hungry! Thank you!" I hugged him tightly. "Ugh, I wanna eat!"
  • "You are... welcome." He slowly hugged me back when a car suddenly parked in front of us.
  • "Is that the delivery?" I asked.
  • "No, we are getting inside of this car. We are the delivery and we are going home," he said, opening the door of the car, sitting inside and pulling me in. I pouted disappointedly because of the fact that I didn't get my Maxi Burger.
  • "You're so cruel," I said once the car started moving.
  • "Why is that?"
  • "You lied about my Maxi Burger." I pouted and layed my head on his shoulder. He stayed silent, knowing damn well that he did lie.
  • Soon we arrived home, and when I got inside I got shocked to find my mother awake. "Ayo, mom! Why are you awake?" I said when I entered the house.
  • She looked at me. "Y/N! Where have you been? It's late!" I got a hick-up and laughed at it right after she said that. "Are you drunk?"
  • "No."
  • "She is," Namjoon said.
  • "He's lying!"
  • "It's so late though! Can you even tell the time?" my mom said.
  • I looked at the clock. "I am not drunk!" I said clearly and loud enough for the time to hear.
  • A moment of silent passed before both Namjoon and my mother started laughing. I looked at them. "What?"
  • "Namjoon, take care of her please," my mom told him. I pouted. I can take care of myself.
  • I took off my shoes, opened the shoe cabinet and placed them there. "Y/N, what are you doing?" Namjoon asked.
  • "What does it look like I'm doing?" Is he blind or dumb?
  • "It seems that you are placing your shoes in the fridge, Y/N. Is that what you wanted to do?" he suddenly said, making me frown.
  • I looked at the shoe cabinet again. Is he drunk? "Namjoon, this is a shoe cabinet."
  • "Okay, okay!" He took my shoes out of the shoe cabinet and placed them beside it. "Let us get you to sleep."
  • "No," I whined, but it didn't really help because he dragged me to our bedroom. "I'm tired."
  • "Sleep," he ordered and turned on a small table lamp.
  • "Ugh, so annoying!" I plopped myself to the bed and reached for my phone to put an alarm. I put an alarm at 8:45, put my phone on the nightstand beside me and closed my eyes.
  • "You have to change your clothing and remove your cosmetics."
  • "You can't force me to do anything."
  • "I am able to force you to do anything I want," he said confidently. Before I knew it, I was crying.
  • "You're so cruel!" I said, crying.
  • "You are very drunk, Y/N."
  • "I am not drunk!" I yelled at him. He sighed before walking to my desk to bring my make-up remover and some cotton pads. He then walked over to me, sat down on the edge of my bed and gently dried my tears with his thumb.
  • "Do not cry, Y/N," he said gently. "I ask for forgiveness." He was absolutely wholesome and cute. His gesture and asking for forgiveness already melts me but his way of talking and accent makes me melt even more.
  • "You're cruel," I sobbed.
  • "I am sorry." He hugged me as I layed on the bed, and gently tapped my head to comfort me. "You are really something else when drunk," he mumbled.
  • "I am not drunk!" I exclaimed again and pushed him away from me, crying. "You're rude! You don't accept my emotions and keep denying the fact that I can, in fact, be sad and cry even when I'm not drunk! You're so rude and cruel! You're s horrible person!"
  • He smiled and looked at me silently before mumbling to himself. "Cute," he mumbled. "May you be so kind and forgive me, please?" He dried of my tears with his thumb again. "If you continue crying that will cause me to cry."
  • I sniffled and tried to stop crying, which I succeded with but my eyes were still red and puffy. "Okay."
  • "I will remove your cosmetics for you. Is that okay?" he asked and put some make-up remover on the cotton pads. I nodded in agreement so he gently put the cotton on my face.
  • "Did I really dance with a random guy?" I asked, unsure of what happened because my memories seemed a bit foggy already.
  • "Yes. I am quite surprised you did. You said you would not."
  • "I did?" I asked. I don't remember saying that. What's wrong with dancing with someone?
  • "Yes." He was focused on gently taking off my make-up and looked absolutely ethereal. I scanned his face and with each second passing he got more handsome. The table lamp wasn't giving a lot of light, but it still made it possible for me to see his face. He really looked like a prince.
  • "You're gorgeous," I uttered out loud, still admiring him.
  • He chuckled. "Thank you."
  • "Really, you are gorgeous," I continued. "You're so perfect! Can I kiss you?"
  • He chuckled again, kind of shocked. "No."
  • "Why?" I whined.
  • "You are drunk."
  • "I'm not!"
  • "You are."
  • I pouted. "Okay, fine. I might be a lil' tipsy. I tiny itty bitty little, but what does that have to do with anything?"
  • "A gentleman does absolutely not kiss his drunk friend."
  • "Ugh, I'm not drunk!"
  • "May you close your eyes for me please?" he said and I obeyed him. He gently started removing my eye-makeup and he was so gentle that I actually feel asleep in that position, with Namjoon taking off my make-up.
  • "Cute." That was the last thing I heard from Namjoon before drifting off to great dream land.
  • Author's note 💩:
  • Well this was a long chapter. I hope you liked it!
  • As a reminder, this is Y/N's P.O.V so this is written in the way she sees life therefore it might be a bit confusing (cuz she's drunk duh)
  • What did you think about this chapter? What do you want to happen in the upcoming chapters? Tell me your opinion!
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Prince clubbing