august || Taejin ✔✔

2. Where Am I?

Jin turned the shot glass to his head, emptying the content and poured some more. "My life is now fucked up," he mumbled as he downed the liquid in his glass.

Supporting his head with his hand, he sniffed as tears began to run down his cheeks. Dialing his boy friend's number, he put the phone against his ear. "Joon-ah..."

"Jin? Wait! Are you drunk?"

Jin wiped the tears that settled on his chin and he looked up to prevent some more tears from falling. "Luck played me dirty. That greedy chairman fired me."

"What?!"

Jin laughed mockingly to himself. "He wanted me to choose whom to treat first. The little boy who was on the brink of death or his great grandson who sprained his foot. That bastard almost sent me to jail."

Jin heard a sigh from the other line and words that sounded gibberish to him. He just realized he was staring blankly somewhere and could not comprehend what his boyfriend just said.

"Joon-ah, I think I am tipsy now. Honestly, I did not understand what you said. I'm going home now, can you come to my apartment tonight? " Jin closed his eyes. He felt as if everything around him was swaying.

He didn't know what Namjoon told him. He just cut the line and now struggling to book for an Uber. After booking, he stared at the licensed plate of the car that he booked, trying his best to remember the details.

After paying for his drinks, Jin grabbed his bag and headed out of the bar. Grabbing his hair, he tried to stand up straight. It's been a while since the last time he got so drunk. The effect of alcohol kicked in right after he stood up and walk. And now, he was feeling dizzy and nauseous.

"Shit shit shit! Where's that damn Uber! " Jin cursed some more as he supported himself by propping his hand on the wall. He was sure he was going to tumble if he continued to walk.

A black car parked just in front of him and he quickly walked towards it. He then tried to open the back door, but it was locked so he knocked on the driver's side window.

"Are you Jinsuk?" The driver lowered the window and asked.

Jin rolled his eyes, feeling extremely impatient. If he would not be seated any time soon, he was sure he would throw up. "Yes. I'm Jin so please open the fucking door now."

The driver smirked and shook his head. Unlocking the door on the back, Jin quickly hopped in and rested his head on the seat. "Damn! I will never ever drink again."

The driver chuckled as he looked at his passenger from the rear view. "I thought your agency only allow their models to drink with clients? How come you are drunk now?"

Jin did not answer. He was so wasted he dozed off in the back. The driver just drove. After a few more minutes, the driver entered a building parking lot. As soon as the car halted, he woke Jin up.

Jin turned, not liking that the driver woke him. "Sir, please call my boyfriend and tell him to pick me up here."

The driver laughed hearing Jin's answer. He tried to understand as it was obvious that his passenger was so drunk. He took out his phone and dialed his boss's number. After hearing the instructions, he helped Jin to get out of the car and supported his weight.

"I told you, call my boyfriend. He will pick me up and pay you. Wait, did you bring my bag? Where's my bag? And this is not my apartment. Wait, is this my boyfriend's new apartment? Is this some kind of a surprise? Are you sure? Oh my gosh! My head is spinning. Don't walk fast. I can walk on my own."

Jin continued to talk and the driver just shook his head. Jin held tightly on the elevator, shoving the driver's hand not wanting to be helped.

The driver pressed the door bell and Jin kept on chuckling at the back. His back against the wall as he continues to talk non-sense. Laughing every now and then and slapping the driver's shoulder in the process.