Unexpected

Chapter 9.

Chapters 7 + 8- Elisabeth's point of view

I wasn't used to whiskey but Patrick had chosen the drinks for tonight and I didn't have the energy to argue with him over a drink. While waiting for our orders my colleagues chatted among themselves but I was in no mood to join them. I scanned the bar and my heart tightened when I saw a bottle of cabernet sauvignon of granny's favorite wine . My eyes pricked and I fought back my tears as hard as I could. Where ever I went and whatever I did, I saw her, thought of her. I couldn't seem to deal with my pain nor forget her and it was starting to suffocate me.

Soon enough our drinks arrived and I was fast to down them. The liquid burned my throat but oddly enough the feeling was refreshing. The liquor fogged my mind, numbing my pain and drying my tears, I felt good. After a short while of drinking, I went from feeling good to feeling sick. I looked around but Patrick was nowhere in sight, he had told me that he would be right back but he never did. I stood up and decided to find him. My steps weren't steady but still I managed to walk without falling.

I didn't know for long I had been looking for Patrick. My ankles was starting to hurt from the heels in which I had been walking for God-knows-how-long and I was tired. I stopped walking for a while and took a look a at my surroundings, the club was way bigger than I thought; the dance floor took more than half of the space but at the corners where sofas and pedestal tables on which people discussed, got drunk or high or both or even made-out. I would have looked away if the man I saw wasn't familiar to me. Before I could walk closer or think further I was grabbed from behind, to my utter surprise it was Namjoon. We hadn't seen eachother since the burial and I couldn't bring myself to text him; Jimin had told me about what happened later that day and I was too embarassed to ever call him. He proposed to go outside and before I could protest he dragged me out, I was upset that he took me out like a kid that had been caught sneaking out by her parents especially as the cold breeze wept my frail body making me shiver. He noticed and proposed to give me his coat but I refused, I didn't want to have with me one more of his belongings, his pull-over that was hung in my wardrobe was more than enough. Namjoon reminded way too much of my grandmother and it hurt.

He ended up forcing his garment on me and I was instantly engulfed by his scent and heat. I took a moment to look and him; he was wearing a turtle neck which molded perfected his muscles. I had never noticed how fit he was and how broad his chest was. I absentmindedly leaned in and felt him up, his muscles were firm but soft at the same time, they made me want to lie on his chest and sleep my pain away. The more I touched and the more I felt him getting nervous, then he said it,

"Don't do that Eli."

Eli, nobody had ever short-cutted my name as such and I loved the sound of it. It made my heart flutter and it soothed me.

I kept teasing him with a courage and sense of enticement I didn't know I had within me but the more I leaned onto his chest, the dizzier I became.

I don't know at which moment I fell asleep nor when we got home but I remember Namjoon taking off my shoes and tucking me in bed before leaving, just like the last time. Leaving all alone all over again.

I don't know when sleep overtook me but but I was torn away from my slumber by Namjoon who by the likes of it was undressing me. All of a sudden I felt hot, I discarded my skirt but I was interrupted when trying to get rid of my top. Again Namjoon was going all bossy on me but before I could get upset he called by my newly given nickname.

He dressed in me in his pull over and tucked me in bed. It reminded me of those nights back then when I was a kid where granny would put Jimin and I to bed. The thought of her pricked my eyes as I muted a sob, my heart clenched and I felt like suffocating. The eery silence in the room was getting the best of me and I needed a distraction before I lost it.

"Namjoon?"

He seemed to be asleep but not long after he responded. I ranted alot, I knew I was talking under the influence of alcohol but I didn't know that I would be bold enough to ask him to sleep with me, in the literal sense of it. I was really surprised when he complied, hesitantly but complied nevertheless.
The second I felt his cool body against my hot one, I snuggled onto him for comfort. Soon I had resumed crying but this time, I had someone to hold me tight.

I woke up with the worse hung over, but it seemed to vanish as soon as I realized I was half-dressed in clothes that weren't mine with no reminder of the events of last night. The room in which I was was unfamiliar to me ; the creme colours of the walls were soothing and I took a second to admire how neat the setting in the room was. I took a second to acknowledge the nightstand by the bed; it held clothes that I recognized to be mine, a picture, a note, a tablet of aspirin and water. It was a picture of four men, one which I recognized as Namjoon. He was the first from the left, next to him was another tall young man with handsomely styled black bangs, next was an apparently joyful man with a smile brighter than the thin rays of sunlight that made their way through the curtains. The last man that grey hair and was as pale as crystal snow

My heart sunk as the little fragments from the events of last night assembled in my heart like a jig-saw puzzle. The note next to the picture was a message from Namjoon reassuring me that he took me to his home last night after I blacked out on him. I sighed heavily as I popped the pill and and rushed in drown my throat with water. I lied back down as I rewinded all the events of the previous night. I felt drained, I felt down...

I felt empty

Sorry for the delay to whoever is reading this. Uni takes most of my time (I'm actually writing this while in class). Please bear with me.

Unedited.

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