Amber took me to a small soju bar, it had flaps leading into a positively secluded place that was fairly enough to accommodate a lot of people.
I stared at the table and then at the soju.
"Soju is sometimes cheaper than the water, and the effect is the same. Bottoms up.", she did a shot.
I followed suit. Soju was bitter and sweet. Nice.
Exactly what I needed today.
"I-I am sorry for what that bastard did."
I gave her a look that was a mixture of awe and surprise.
"Oh, I know we aren't, you know, friends. But still you are a human. You do not deserve this.",
My throat tightened. But I managed a nod of thanks
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Oh I was drunk. I could feel it. I didn't care. Amber had been my best friend at a time. She had seen me at my worse. But it wasn't like she could see, she had passed out on the table.
I was drunk. A sad one. All the feelings and emotions were coming right back. In a big wave. No.
I got up. Shaky on my feet. Oh I neeeded air.
Fresh air. Soju was strong. Or maybe I had too much of it. I wasn't sure.
I managed a few steps before I realised that the wave wasn't emotions at all. Oh I was gonna throw up.
I rushed out. Pushing the flaps here and there. I somehow managed to reach the bin. And there.
A sinking emptiness settled in me as I threw up. I was too weak. My head felt clearer but my knees felt weak. I hadn't eaten anything to support me. Oh god
Before I realised. I fell. And a black. Calm black took over me.
Oh I was in knee deep shit.
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Why would Hyun Tan call me here anyway. His phone call a month ago had pleaded me to come here. So I took up a job as a personal physician here and then started packing because what I had felt for him was so real.
I had to open my eyes to nothingness now. How could I? Maybe I shouldn't.
I wouldn't have if I hadn't felt that breeze. If I hadn't smelt that cinnamon covered chocolate like scent. If I hadn't felt the water on my face.
My eyes shot open. It was not nothingness that I saw. It was a pastel painted ceiling. Flowers. Pretty.
It felt ironic that I was opening my eyes to not nothingness but such a pretty sight.
A sigh sounded from my right side. I straightened and my spine locked up.
"She's up.", a deep male voice drawled.
"Thank god.", a sweet male voice said. I knew that voice. I could hear it in my head unwillingly. I knew that voice so good.
I sat up. I had to be dreaming, or dead. Am I dead.
Atleast I got to heaven to have heard Jimin park's voice.
I registered the former voice to be Namjoons.
I couldn't dare look to the right.
So I just stared ahead. Taking in the details, a pretty basic bedroom. White walls, a armoire that was covered with a mirror.
The mirror. I could see the idols. The muscled and the beautiful. The beautiful.
I fell back on the bed. Hoping to sink in. Had they seen me throw up. The idols I love saw me throw up.
I closed me eyes. I could hear distinct chatting but they talked quietly.
I opened an eye.
It was the worse mistake i could make.
My heart stopped dead when I found Jimin Park hovering over me.
I was so dead.
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Fanfiction~a pjm fanfic~ I was trouble to him, but I couldn't hold back. Park Jimin, When he found me in a bad state, he took it upon himself to heal me, And he did. Even if he was trouble.
