Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

T H R E E

Before going back to the table I stopped at the counter and ordered a shot and a glass of beer. I didn't mean to lose consciousness, but I wanted my mind to give me a break.

I found some of my friends in the middle of the room, already rocking their bodies. Tulip held my right hand, making me stay with them there. I returned her smile and took another sip of my drink before closing my eyes and letting my body move to the beat of the music.

The bar reached its peak capacity and started to empty slowly. Hours later we were just a few who still danced and I was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink leaving my body.

I had interrupted my dance for just a few occasional cigarettes and at some point during the night I replaced my beer with water.

I saw when Nanook left accompanied by another girl. He didn't lie when he said he didn't want to go home alone. Despite being a safe possibility for him, it's not always that I'm interested. Yet, he still follows his ritual.

He is one of the choices that I have been making and should be questioning myself about. Being with him is nice and he is not a bad person... but I feel like the time I spend with him is wasted.

Tulip, Timo, Evi, Grietje, Maud and Dirk were already gone, leaving only Lotte and me on the dance floor. Yoongi was still there, talking to a girl, sitting at our table.

His Asian appearance was exotic among us. His oval face, his small, drawn-out eyes, his slightly small nose contrasted with the others' features that were usually blonde and usually with round, clear eyes; usually with long, thin noses.

Although different, he was not ugly. Quite the opposite. All his features were harmonious and his mouth was well designed. His hair was fickle. He used this childish bowl cut, with the bangs usually covering his forehead and even covering his eyebrows, but from time to time he changed the color to bold colors and from time to time it was possible to notice some kind of undercut.

He was an attractive man and it was not uncommon to see him leaving with someone.

None of this surprised me, I knew that apart from me, he was a pleasant person and loved by everyone. I just hurt his pride and that he couldn't forgive.

"Darling, I'm exhausted." I was tired of being awake for almost 21 hours and I informed Lotte who was still dancing excitedly.

"Already?" She pouted and held my hand "let's wait for Hank to warn us that the night is over!"

"I don't need him to let me know of that. I already realized that the night is over, Lotte. There are 4 people standing and 10 in total here at the bar", I smiled and released her hand.

I walked over to the coat rack and it didn't take me long to find my coat with my gloves in my pocket, but there was no sign of my scarf.

I mentally cursed the person who stole my scarf and myself as well, who was now going to cycle home at one of the coldest hours of the morning and without the warm protection of that piece of fabric.

The cold of the night bit my face as soon I got outside and I finished drinking my water. I looked around and didn't find the trash can, so I put the empty bottle in one of my coat pockets.

I decided to smoke the last cigarette of the night right there. Putting the coat cap on my head, I brought a cigarette to my mouth and lit it, leaning against the wall next to the door.

Lotte didn't take long to find me outside. She was already fully dressed and prepared for the cold.

"Where's your scarf?"

I shrugged while the smoke escaped my lips.

"Do not know. You have to ask whoever took it."

"Um... do you want to sleep with me?"

"Thanks, but I plan to go home, close the door behind me and only open it on Monday."

"Ah!" She exclaimed playfully, teasing me. "My god, Roos, you're no fun at all."

I returned her provocative smile, but said nothing.

"I'll wait for you to finish this cigarette and we can ride together." After a pause she continued, "You really should stop smoking."

"I know, but you really should stop telling me that." I sighed.

Cycling back home on the dark streets of the city, alone or not, was one of my favorite things when going to the bar. Even in the cold of early December, the feeling of freedom and belonging was enormous.

I got home and after leaving my coat and shoes by the door I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I had a secret pride that, despite everything, I loved going grocery shopping and always had food at home.

The morning snack was practically a breakfast with a slice of bread with creamcheese and a tangerine.

The apartment was freezing cold and I had no desire to remove any more clothes, but I didn't want to get my bed dirty due to my laziness.

I went to the room and turned on the heater just in that room, went to the bathroom where I washed my face and mouth and went back to the room that was starting to heat up. I closed the curtains, removed all my clothes and went under the duvet.

It was 4:56 when I put my phone aside and allowed myself to sleep.