Thin Walls

Chapter 20

Sunday's aren't supposed to feel like this. They're supposed to feel like a calm and easy day, not a  countdown to your worst nightmare. Unfortunately for Taehyung, there wasn't anything he could do to avoid the fact that Park Jimin and the Jung Hoseok were arriving tomorrow and would be staying in his apartment. For a week. 

He figured the best thing to do would be to distract himself by cleaning, rearranging what he could around the apartment and preparing the guest bedroom. But as he did that, his thoughts returned to the happy couple because they were the reason he was doing this. 

He went to the store, wanting to restock the fridge with the basics and stock up on some ramen, as well as toiletries for the guest bathroom. But unsurprisingly, that too filled his heads with thoughts of the two being in his space once again. 

Even listening to the radio as he drove back home from the store wasn't helpful. Hoping to belt out some intense Kpop tunes, his ears were met with the sound of love songs. Of course he would turn on the stereo in the middle of the stations "love hour." That one painfully long hour on the radio where couples would dedicate songs to their significant others and shamelessly declare their love on air. How wonderful. 

He had managed to somehow make it back to his apartment. Packed all of the groceries away, made sure there was enough soap and other necessities in the bathroom before doing a last sweep of the place that would be the home for the two people he least wanted to see for the next week. 

A part of him did feel accomplished, he felt like it was a day well spent and for some reason he felt ready to see Jimin and Hoseok once again. He was mentally prepared to get into bed and say goodbye to a stressful Sunday and say hello to a blue Monday. The only problem was, it was only one in the afternoon. 

Defeatedly, Taehyung walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet next to the fridge. In it was a draw of well-aged whiskey, gifts he received from years of different celebrations. He eyed the golden liquor, running his finger up and down the bottle and debating whether or not it was actually a good idea to give into this sudden urge. 

Taehyung knew that drinking wasn't particularly his strong suit. He sure liked to convince himself that he was able to keep himself together, but if a few drunk actions have taught him anything, it's that he most definitely cannot. If he was already incapable of containing himself in the evenings, day drinking probably wasn't the best move. 

The reality didn't stop him though, and Taehyung reached out for a glass before picking out the strongest bottle of whiskey he could find. He was never the kind to drink his alcohol straight, but the thought of the raw burn as it travelled down his throat sparked his interest. 

He filled half of the glass with the liquid before closing the bottle and leaving it to stand on the kitchen island. He picked up the glass and swirled the contents in it before bringing it up to his nose, the powerful fumes flooding all of his senses. He eyed the gold liquor once more before closing his eyes, tilting his head back and downing the entire drink as if it were a shot. 

Taehyung couldn't open his eyes as his mouth tried to dilute the strong taste of the whiskey on his tongue. His nostrils burnt, along with his throat as the liquor began to make its way to his stomach. He had his eyes scrunched together for quite sometime before he could open them and shake it off. He coughed out as the burning sensation was still tingling in his throat, and despite how bad it was, he wanted more. So he had more, and more, and more, and more to the point where half the content of the whiskey bottle was nestled in Taehyung's stomach. 

By his fifth glass, he'd had enough and finally put the glass down on the counter next to the bottle. He was thrown off balance and reached out for the fridge handle in order to steady himself. Now that he had snapped out of his desperate state, he regretted drinking so much. Drinking makes him numb, makes him unconscious to his thoughts, makes him forget about them.