Desire

1. night with stranger

1:19 am in the morning, the long wall clock hanging on the big brown shade wall, facing you, just showed that midnight had already passed. It's not the time for getting intoxicated by all those liquor, which tastes sweeter than anything, tonight.

Maybe it's the bitter words which caused your tongue to be strong enough to bear the wine's hardness without even flinching once. You hold your fifth drink of this luring night, sipping and enjoying your own company without getting distracted by anyone and anything.

The bar seems pretty obsolete yet the work was done so gracefully to even every little corner of this place. There were only two bartenders, mixing, garnishing and serving alcoholic drinks to the only customer, You.

"Miss, I think you had enough drinks. You should leave" one bartender answered when you gestured to him to give you another shot.

"Now even a bartender is ordering me? I guess I seem quite docile" you scoffed, freeing your grip from the empty glass and looked at his face. Surely your capacity is good enough that's why you are still a bit sober to acknowledge your surroundings even after drinking mindlessly.

"I didn't mean that, miss. I'm just concerned aboー" a loud thug cutted his words as he was startled by your action when you slammed your hand on the table, harshly.

"You.Fucking.Don't.Need.To.Be.Concern.About.Me" you greeted your teeth, no more emotions just pure anger and God knows for what?

But no surprise, it's human nature, A man rules only on the weaker than themself. And right now he's weaker in this situation.

"Just do your job and don't interfere in my matter"

"I'm sorry, miss" he apologise and made another drink for you

"That's so rude, young lady" a voice filled your ears and in no time the owner of the voice filled the empty seat beside you.

"Thanks for your advice, old man" you replied, mockingly and again sifted your gaze to your glass which once landed on the man's sitting figure. "Disrespectful" he said again but this time his voice shows curiosity instead of rage.

"Likewise" you gulped some drink not interested in anyone's talk.

He chuckled at your reply, and ordered himself one drink "Jeon jungkook. Nice to meet you" he stretched his arm in your direction, holding his drink. "Kang Y/n" you hit your glass with his, making a slight noise, like you both were cheering your first not so friendly meeting.

"You seems new here" he sip his drink while his eyes were still stuck on your figure "because I'm just a traveller not a native" you replied,

"I see, so what brings you here?" you serve your dry throat with some warm liquor, and took a minute before answering "disappointment"

you looked down to your empty glass and somehow you can relate with it, you were empty too but the only difference is you can fill your glass again but there's no way you can fill the emotion you left far behind.

jungkook drank his drink and watched your facial expressions dropping down suddenly, "You see? If I fill my empty glass then I'll found contentment in it but doesn't matter how many times I'll fill it, at last I'll be disappointed when it'll be empty again"

you divert your gaze to him, attentively, you didn't get what he really meant, does he mean disappointment isn't wrong?

"Mind explaining?" you gave him a puzzled look

a chuckle escaped his soft pink lips as he held his gaze with yours "The process. You see? I felt contentment during the process of filling my glass and the point I stopped, I felt disappointed"