immortal- jeon jungkook

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-over the edge-

Y/n smiled at the crowd of people that were gathered around to watch her. It was interesting how much people liked to come to these clubs; the way strangers sweaty bodies were pressed up against one another like they didn't just meet or that there was nothing weird about the fact that strangers came to these places and grinded on one another even though they were having trouble to even remember their own names.

Who was she to judge? She couldn't say anything about it. After all, there she was standing in the middle of them dancing like she didn't know they were staring at her. She was relishing in the ways their eyes would follow her every move.

Y/n was all for going to clubs if it meant getting blackout drunk and forgetting who she was. It was - her favorite way to forget about the stressful nagging and constant complaining from her brother about getting a job, she drowned herself in alcohol.

The girl was always too lazy to take him up on any job offer he gave though. Besides, she didn't need money, she had enough of it. He only worried about her job status because he thought that it might get Dionysus' attention. All he cared about was making father happy, but why? When all the wine god cared about, was himself.

A complete bloody prick who ignored whenever his daughter tried to get in contact with him, which stung a little as she came to realize that she has no one there for her but her brother, and he wasn't even allowed to visit her because of his job working for hades.

Y/n ran her hand through her hair and chugged her drink back before walking away from the group of girls she was dancing with. As soon as she walked away the men surrounding her spread out and began their pitiful attempts at getting her attention. They all turned out to be rich jerks, half of them used the same pickup lines and offered to buy her a drink. She soaked up all of their offers, it was obvious they all thought they were above gods, no one made a lasting impression.

Attractive or not, she's seen actual ethereal beauty, nothing ever compared to Aphrodite or Athena.

Y/n looked away from the crowd and towards the bartender who maybe could rival the beauty of a god. She shut the thought down the second he started being an ass to her, "Another one, make it stronger."

The bartender was surprised, to say the least, the h/c haired girl had been there since the place opened and it had gotten to the point where she went and asked for a new drink every 5-10 minutes. "I think you've had enough." His voice was clear and assertive it was obvious that he thought you were drunk.

The tone in his voice made you feel like you had to listen to him but the fact that he was just flat out telling you what to do, just didn't sit well with you. You were tired of people trying to control you. "I'm fine, I'm not drunk Mr. I kinda forgot your name... I can't get drunk."

Your voice was honey-like it was so amazingly smooth. He felt like he was dipped in an ocean of angels, your voice was so angelic. even if you were kinda drunk and your words were blended and slightly slurred he would rather listen to you ramble on and on about the stupidest things than listen to his favorite musician for the rest of his life.

He loved it.

But, there were just so many things wrong with you. You irked him.

He tried so hard to pinpoint the exact reason like maybe it was the fact that you didn't listen to him when he told you to stop drinking or the fact that you've spent all night at the club leading men on and getting them to buy you drinks. It also could've been your horrible manners or maybe it was that he had been serving you your drinks for the night and you've asked for his name more times than he can count. Every time you got a new drink you tried to guess his name, but not once did you get it right, no matter how many times he told you.

"It's Jungkook, and I'm just trying to look out for you. I don't think it's safe for you to be drunk this late at night. Especially with that killer out there." Those words would've gotten to the head of any smart girl and make them try to sober up and get home, you just didn't care.

"I'm not gonna die if that's what you're implying"... more like you can't die.

His words meant nothing to you. All you cared about was blacking out, you were trying to get drunk out of your mind and this guy was killing it for you.

In his mind he was helping you, trying his best to get you to leave before you ticked him off even more. Your idiocy got in the way and you ended up staying, possibly making the best worst decision you've ever made.

By the time you left the club, it was well past midnight and everything surrounding the building was dark except for a few lamp posts turned on at the end of each street.

You walked out of the parking lot stumbling a bit on your feet before stopping and leaning on the wall of the club.

I should call someone to pick me up, you sighed and shook your head, who?

Your feet were beginning to ache and you knew that if you stayed outside in the sprinkling rain a fever would start creeping its way into your body, dammit I'm gonna have to walk... or... I could call a taxi but it's late, none come around at this time.

People began flooding out of the entrance to the club. It was painfully obvious most of them were staring at you one of them didn't even try to hide the fact that they were looking at you, "What do you want, lady? Never seen a drunk before?"

Your head felt heavy and the fuzzy feeling in your stomach was getting worse. You felt like the alcohol was hitting you all at once and it didn't make it any better that in the corner of your eye you could see a man walking towards you.

"Where are you heading to, maybe I could give you a ride?" His voice was sickening not even trying to hide the fact that his head was filled with disgusting thoughts about taking you home with him.

"Go to hell, I'm waiting for my girlfriend she's inside but...I could do with a trip to the underworld its been a while since I've seen hades or even my brother."

His face twisted into a look of confusion before he decided to walk away, leaving you alone to curse out the god of the sky for making it rain.

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