The only thing that can rest the broken heart of Im Nayeon is the blasting sounds coming from the very dark each corner of the club. Where people's shouting and screams feel like cheering to her thumping heart, pump here and there so it can somehow make it alive. With the hint of bitter sweet taste of the liquor travelling through her veins, flesh, and mind.
To only enjoy the night.
And think about tomorrow after.
And to make her feel like not giving up,
To this fucked up life.
Drunken Voice. cries. Blasting music. Liquor. Regrets. Fears. Happiness.
The perfect serve for Im Nayeon tonight.
Here she is again, for how many times it can be counted, in this stool that felt like customized for her as she always seated all the time. In front of the handsome bartender serving her whatever he could give to ease the pain. Hearing the loud music and crowd. Mind pre-occupied by the things she wished and didn't wished she would think of.
Here again, showing her emotions out while being accompanied by her best of friend. Who can only listen and cheer her up, because she can't do anything else. But to only stay by her side.
she is again, longing for that certain someone whom she can't forget for years. Still waiting, still hoping, still thinking that maybe fate would bring them back again. Remembering their moments together; happy ones, sad times, fears and recklessness in each other's warmth, the love she gave, the pain she received.
It's all coming back.
"Just why..." Nayeon trails off. She can already feel the regrets coming up for drinking her problems out.
Poor liver.
"Why does it feel like problems are coming to me a little more fast than others? One time I'm happily enjoying and then...it's gone." She can taste the hot and strong liquid from the tip of her tounge. It made her grimaced at first, then eventually sigh.
"I heard you called for me?" Ask someone as she sit next to Nayeon. Nayeon just threw her a glance and nodded, taking her shot of alcohol in the hand.
The woman, wearing an all black suit, with a tee inside in same color, and high waist mother pants, shook her head by the sight of Nayeon. Who's in a white polo, sleeves rolled up messily un to her elbow, black pants and a loose necktie.
"Great Im Nayeon trying to burn her liver again." The person commented eyeing her takes shots continuesly. It made Nayeon laughed a little. She proceeded on ordering her own drink, attention divided between Nayeon and the bartender. Noticing Nayeon hasn't said a thing, she initiates it, "So what's up?"
With this, Nayeon gulped the big lump on her throat first. No other bitter drinks can outshine the bitterness in her feels. She looked stressed. It's visible all over her face.
"Did you eat dinner?"ask by the same presence again.
"I forgot." Nayeon shruggs, "But it doesn't matter." she faced her and smiled.
"How's my little baby anyway?" She asked, eyes trying to be bright, lips trying so hard to curve in a smile. Pretending. Putting a happy mask.
Then the person smiled sweetly and fished something from her purse, it was her phone. She scrolles through many pictures until she found the one she's aimed for. She showed it to Nayeon happily.
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