Let (Me) Go *Taekook*

LMG 23: Call Me Incoherent

Welcome back loves. Trigger up ahead from our old enemy, Ecstasy. Whoever keeps drugging Jungkook just will not give it a rest amirite? Anyway, please enjoy. The end of this book is nigh.

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Jimin and I finished eating sooner than the rest of the table, so he suggested we make our first trip to the open bar. He had already sobered up from his last two glasses of pre-premier champagne and wanted to drink more. I was thankful he invited me away from the awkward table because there was no way I could keep sitting there like nothing was wrong. I loved Taehyung, but no amount of reassuring thigh rubs was going to calm the uneasiness in my stomach. I hoped a few drinks would though. Mikey's words stuck in my head but I wasn't quite sure whether he would actually follow through with 'getting rid of me' or not, and that was what was making me uneasy. Perhaps my favorite martini would help me forget about it.

After the last time, I said I was never going to drink again but I always found that whenever I said that, it was just for dramatics. The Rotten Apple Martini was delicious and there was no denying that.

"Hey, what can I get you gentleman tonight?" The bartender asked, flashing us a handsome smile. He then proceeded to give Jimin 'fuck me' eyes, but Jimin ignored him just like he did everyone else. All Jimin had to do was stand there and breathe and he became a distraction to anyone gay or straight.

"I'll have an Aviation please." Jimin told the bartender, listlessly. "Rotten Apple for me, please." I told him. Jimin eyed me. "Guk, that drink has bad mojo. You know what happened last time." He warned me. I shrugged dismissively. "Please Jimin. We're in a completely different place. Besides, I'm not taking my eyes off my drink. Not even for a second." I assured him. Jimin just shook his head. While the Bartender began to strike up conversation. I learned from the name tag that his name was Oliver. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"The Rotten Apple is my favorite. Your name's Jungkook, right?" He asked me. "Yeah, that's me. Do we know each other?" I asked him pensively. "I'm a bartender at The Vault. . . you also dated a friend of mine." He told me, smirking.

'The Vault' sounded vaguely familiar too, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Besides when I realized what else Oliver said, I dismissed it. "Wait, I dated your friend?" I questioned him.

"Yeah. Chanyeol Park? He was heartbroken when you two stopped seeing each other. I can see why too, you're gorgeous." He told me. "Thanks." I muttered, not wanting to be reminded of my time with Chanyeol. Did I regret dating him? No. Should I have dated him? No. It was too complicated but I stopped caring when Oliver placed our drinks in front of us.

Jimin's was a pretty Caribbean blue color and mine was a nice shade of apple green. He and I clinked our glasses together and the first sip was heavenly. We both made a noise of contentment and Oliver chuckled, pleased with his work. "Be careful. I make 'em strong." He teased before turning away and shaking his head. I still couldn't figure out why he and the name Vault were so familiar but Jimin pulled me back over to our table and I was not given time to think about it.

The sweet and sour taste of my drink, the alcohol spreading over my tongue, and the beginning of a buzz was so wonderful. Taehyung had gotten up and he was ten feet away talking to someone who was probably important. Mikey and Chanyeol were both nowhere to be found, though I really didn't care. Yoongi and Hoseok were engaged in a conversation about music and Hoseok's hand was a little too close to Yoongi's crotch. I peered over at Jimin, and he didn't seem to be bothered at all. Instead, he was almost amused.

When Taehyung finished his conversation, he came back over to me with a cheeky smile and pulled me to stand. I was careful not to spill my drink. "Come dance, baby." Tae beckoned. There were already couples on the dance floor, rocking to smooth jazz and I felt as though I was already swaying from my drink. Taehyung went to remove said drink from my hand, but I involuntarily hissed at him.