I felt out of place. I've never felt so out of place in awhile. It was very uncomfortable in this dress, especially with all the bodies rubbing against me as I tried making my way through the crowd.

"We won't leave you, Y/N." Jimin reassured me as we stepped into the club.

Funny, because they left me to do who knows. I rubbed my hands together, feeling nervous and annoyed at the same time.

I need a drink.

I never really, drank. I promised myself to not drink a few years back, knowing that I don't want to get into an accident like my family had. I realized that was before I learned that it wasn't an accident—I really have every right to drink.

The promise I had kept for so long was broken after the truth revealed. The untold truth.

I can't really blame myself, can I? After losing everyone I had loved, I deserve to get wasted and for once not think about everything, I just want to block everything out.

"Give me your heaviest drink." I said as the bartender questioned what I had wanted.

He chuckled and nodded his head, grabbing a glass and working on his magic. "Having a bad night? Boyfriend leave ya?"

I scoffed, "All of the above." I responded. Boyfriend left when I needed him most. Could I really blame him, though?

The man nodded, understanding as he slid a shot glass in my direction. I didn't know give a care to ask what it was, so I just poured it down my throat. Cheers to me.

It tasted foreign, and it burned my throat—but I needed it. I need to get away from everything. "Another one of the same, please." I asked as I placed the shot glass down.

He shook his head, sliding it towards me after refilling. I took the shot and gulped it down as well, making the foreign taste go away.

He slid me another one, pointing to a man across from me. "This was from the gentleman over there." I looked up, seeing a man that looked the same age as I am across from me wave as he got up from his seat. He looked like he went to our school.

I looked away as I gulped it down as well. "Hey pretty lady." An unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I donn ttalk to s-strangers," I managed to slur out. My drunk phase seemed to have kicked in—making me slur on my words.

"Well, we don't have to be strangers if you wanna take it to my bed," he winked. I cringed and shook my head. I turned my head away from him as I fidgeted with the empty shot glass.

"Come on." He demanded as he gripped my arm harshly. My butt that was planted onto the seat got ripped off as he pulled me towards him.

Knowing that I could throw a hard punch, I raised my arm up—but a deep familiar voice had interrupted me. "Is he bothering you?" The arm grabbing man seemed intimidated as he straightened himself up when Taehyung spoke up. He slowly loosened the grip on my arm as he backed away slowly.

I didn't need to answer Taehyung as he probably saw the whole thing. "Leave." His voice barked. The man disappeared from my sight, probably leaving the club too. I wonder why Taehyung had intimidated him so much.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked, gently examining the arm that the guy had strongly gripped.

"I ammm errrfecto," I slurred. "Lesss go danceeeee Tae tae!" I quickly disregarded that moment as I grabbed his arm and lead him to the dance floor.

I pull him into the middle of the dance floor and start grinding on Taehyung. Something I would never do If I were sober. Man that must've been a really strong drink. I turned around and placed my arms around his neck, swaying quickly to the music.

I looked into his eyes as he stared back. There wasn't any sign of approval or disapproval, so I slowly leaned in. Just before our lips touch, he softly pulls away from me.

"I know that there's a lot going on for you right now, but you're wasted and I'm, I'm not interested."

"Not interesteddddd? A-am I not good enough for youu?" I felt tears prickling my eyes as I started walking away from the embarrassing moment. "I'll never be good enough." I whispered.

Taehyung softly grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks, but not pulling too hard. "You're good enough, Y/N. You always have been. Too good for anyone, actually." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thennnnnn whyyyyy?" I swayed as his hands grip my shoulder to keep my stable.

"I didn't say that I wasn't interested in you, Y/N. I'm just not interested in girls." He said.

My eyes widened a little, "y-you're-"

"Gay, yeah." He smiled.

My eyes widened even more. I never noticed the hints he's been giving me, us. All the things he's done like taking off his shirt, giving side glances, he wasn't interested in me. Taehyung's interested in Jimin.

"Oooooo my god," My jaw dropped as I had come to the realization. I was drunk, but I could still comprehend words.

"I'm sorry if you-" I cut him off.

"YOU LIKE JIMIN!" I almost screamed as Taehyung put his hand over my mouth. It was too late, though. Several people turned to stare at us—Taehyung uncovering my mouth as he nervously chuckled.

Taehyung turned back to me as he placed his finger onto his lips. "Shh! Jimin doesn't know, I don't even know If he is interested." He sighed.

"Why'd you apologize, Taehyung?"

"I thought you wouldn't accept that I'm gay—that's what the world is like now. Parents kick their children out because their children turned out to be gay, but they were born that way. I thought you'd throw me under, too."

"Two things." I raised three fingers. "One, I will alwaysssss accept you—whether you're gay or naw. Two, I thin I'm very drunk right nowww"

"Can I tell you something?" He asked.

"Since I'm drunk, I might not remember but go ahead."

"Y/N, I think it's time for fear to stop controlling your life. Stop making excuses for why things aren't getting better for you. You're struggling, and you need someone to stitch you back up. The seven of us, Bangtan, we're always here for you. We love you like a sister, but you need someone to fill that empty void in your heart.. You need someone you love. I understand that you've lost so many people, and I can't compare, but you need to see that it's the past. You can mourn the memories, but you can't keep reliving them."

I wiped my cheeks, my eyes pooled with tears. He was right. "I know..." I whispered. I wiped my hands on my lap, sniffling.

"Do you want to leave?" Taehyung asked. I checked the time and realized that it's only been an hour.

"I'm jus gonnaaa gooo get another drink." I pointed to the opposite direction of the bar. Taehyung sent me a weird look before shrugging.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go check on Jimin-ah." Taehyung winked before he got lost in the crowd of dancing bodies.

I sat on the barstool, thinking of what Taehyung had just told me. Taehyung's right, I need to leave things in the past and move on.

I stood up, my eyes landing on a tall man that had his back faced towards me. The torso seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I sighed, letting all my worries go away. This'll be good for me.

I walked with a little bit of hip swaying slowly to the man. My hand slipped onto his shoulders. "Heyyyy stranger." My voice had tried to make it sound sexy, but it came out more like a 'I'm very drunk' voice.

The man turned around, revealing a face that immediately made me sober up.

"Y/N?"

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