Yoongi's POV:

I don't know what I just did. I just got up and left... and left him there. I wasn't thinking properly, I was just so mad. I'm regretting everything. The guilt in me is rising and my stomach isn't taking it too well. Neither am I. I decided to do what I always do when I'm in a bad mood. Go for a drink.

But it's just one, so no harm there. Right?

I walk into the bar only to be met with the terrible smell of alcohol and misery. Just how I like it.

As I take a seat on one of the many stools, a bartender places themselves in front of me. I read their name tag 'Maya'.

"I'd like to have your strongest drink"

I think for a while before continuing.

"Actually, make that two"

"Sir, you look awfully young to be here. May I see some ID?"

"How do you think I got in here without an eligible ID?"

She looks at me and rolls her eyes, her arm slowly extending, waiting for me to give it to her. Which I do. Maya then looks to see if it's legit and tilts her head.

"Min Yoongi? I've heard that name before"

"Yeah, me too. Now can i have my drink"

Maya looks up to me in shock and then bows about 5 or 6 times.

"Oh my, you're the real Min Yoongi from the new boy group that's about to debut"

I nod my head annoyed.

"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure your management won't be to keen on the idea of you spending the night at a bar"

"They don't know I'm here and I'm not planning on telling them. Now for the love of god can I have my drink?"

"Oh yes of course, one moment sir"

- I swear if she calls me sir one more time -

"Here you go Min Yoongi"

"Thanks. And just Yoongi's fine"

She smiles as I get up to go deeper into the bar. Just to get away from her.

I take a deep breath as I sit down at a random table in the bar and started drinking my 'whatever she gave me'. I feel the drink slowly burning my throat as I swallow the whole thing in one go. A sudden rush of adrenaline hits me as I drink my second one. My vision turns brighter and clearer. My hearing increases and my head starts to hurt 'cause it's so damn loud in here. I get up and head for a third drink.

And then slowly following to a fourth. Fifth, sixth, seventh...

And the next thing you know... I'm hella drunk. But I don't really realize that.

I'm not too sure what I'm doing, but I know that if I was sober I don't think I'd be grinding this random girl, that I don't even know her name.

I start getting very energetic and loud. Running around, screaming. Honestly, what the fuck am I doing?

I'm talking to this guy... I believe his name was Alex... or was it Thomas... Miles?

Anyways, we're talking about who knows what when I suddenly feel... angry. Like a flame of fury just flew through me and I'm ready to throw hands. Which I do. Alexthomasmiles gets confused for a second after I punch him right in the nose, but soon turns his expression to an angry one. He gets me right in the gut. That hurt. And I fight back.

This goes on for a while. Until we both freeze...

When we hear sirens.

The next thing you know, cops are holding both of us back and throwing me in a car.

Well, that's just great.

On my way to the station, I get the chance to sober up. All the events of the night start flowing back to me.

- What have I done... -

I get told to say in a cell for the night. They're gonna call my parents... Who are gonna call my management... Who are gonna kick me out of the group

I'm getting kicked out of the group. Which means I'm leaving Jimin alone with them. They hate him (maybe not Hobi but, he's not the best at defending people)

- Fuck -