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🐺 Han - Please forgive me - Part 1

~ Jisung's POV ~

Not so long ago, we got to open our individual Instagram accounts. I knew that some members didn't care for the app, but I was ecstatic. I loved to post stories and pictures, and I loved the fans' reactions even more.

There was a feature, that I liked the most: the Close Friends story. I added my members, and a few other idols too. I could post anything there, and I did so, multiple times a day.

We just arrived to a new hotel, where we would be staying for a week, as we were shooting a new music video. The hotel looked awesome, so I decided to shoot a few pics, and post them. The manager forbade me from publicly posting them, but I could share them in my Close Friends story. So, I added the location feature, pressed SHARE, and waited for the reactions of my idol friends. I was sure, they would be jealous. A few minutes later, I was interrupted by a loud bang on my door.

- JISUNG, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? – I was startled, and took me a second to realize, that Chan was screaming at me. – Pack your shit up, we need to move!!

- What? – I opened the door, confused. Chan looked more than angry, he looked furious.

- You shared the location on Instagram, fans are already trying to break into the hotel! I can't believe you could be this stupid!

- But I... I thought, I shared it on my close...

- But you didn't, yeah? Not we need to find a new hotel, ASAP, or else we have to cancel the whole shooting! So congrats, I hope you're really proud of yourself. – He ran off, and I was left standing in the doorway. Then, a manager suddenly appeared.

- Give me you phone. – He didn't even wait, he practically snatched the phone out of my hands, and pocketed it. – You'll get it back, when we arrive back in Korea. Now pack up.

It was all happening so fast. One minute I was admiring the gorgeous building, and the next, I was sitting in our van, searching for a new hotel. I was sitting next to Minho, but he turned away from me, headphone on ears. I tried talking to him, but he ignored me.

Everyone was ignoring me. I apologized hundreds of times, but they choose not to accept my sorrow. I was left alone, with my sadness and regret. No one wanted to listen to me.

- So, this is the best we could do, in such little time. Settle down, and no one post anything, understood? I'd prefer, if you guys turned off your phones. Good night. – We were all assigned our rooms, I got a single bed room. No one wanted to be my roommate today.

After changing into some comfortable clothes, I decided to look around. Next to the lobby, I found a bar. A drink couldn't hurt, I thought, and I approached the bartender.

- Hi, good evening.

- Good evening, sir. - The bartender looked at me, for a second longer than what is considered polite, and his eyes opened wider. He recognized me. – What can I do for you?

- Um, can I please get a margarita?

- For sure. Would you like to open a tab, or pay directly?

- I'll pay now. – I paid in cash, not paying too much attention to the bartender.

- Here you go, sir, enjoy. – He placed a glass in front of me. I thanked him, and sat down on one of the couches in the lobby. I slowly drank the margarita – it was delicious. I went over for a second one, and I had to stop myself from ordering a third. I didn't want to be hungover tomorrow. After finishing, I went back to my room.

Entering the elevator, I felt like something wasn't right.

~ Minho's POV ~

- We were a bit harsh with him today, don't you think? – I asked Chan. I was feeling remorseful, and I wanted to hug Jisung so bad.

- Hmm, a bit. But he caused a huge scene, and we had to move, and waste a bunch of money because of him. Maybe we could talk with him tomorrow. – The leader was working on his laptop, although it was almost midnight. I sighed, and decided to find Jisung.

I made my way down the corridor, towards his room, and of course, it was locked. I knocked, called out for him, but after a few minutes, I gave up, and headed back to my room. That's when I saw a figure, sitting at the railing of the common balcony. The silhouette looked familiar.

- Han Jisung? – I asked in a low voice, not wanting to embarrass myself. The figure didn't react, so I decided to investigate. As I stepped closer and closer, I heard sobbing. – Jisung?

- Huh? – I seemingly woke him up from a trance. So it was him. I slowly climbed the railing, and sat down next to him. He was shivering and crying. His hands were grabbing the stone railing so hard, that his knuckles were practically white. – Ah, sorry, hyung. I'll get out of your way. – His speech was slurred a bit.

- No, I came here to talk to you. How are you?

- It's okay, I'll be fine. I apologize again, I know, I fucked up today. – He climbed down to the floor, and started heading inside.

- Stop it, Ji. I accept your apology, I want to know how you are. I think we were too harsh towards you. – He looked back at me, his eyes were glossy and red, his eyelids half-shut. Something was wrong with him. – Are you okay?

- Um, sure. I just feel a bit sick, but it's fine. I guess karma caught up to me already. – He chuckled a bit, and turned back. That's when his knees gave up, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. He grabbed a table next to him, and lowered himself into a sitting position.

- Oh my god, what happened? – I jumped down, and ran next to him. – Are you ill, do I need to call someone? – I kneeled behind him, and he leaned on me, almost laying at that point.

- No, it's... um, I'm, uh, fine. Just a bit... dizzy, I gu-uess? – He seemed to be out of it, his eyes turning at the back of his head. I leaned closer to him, and smelled alcohol.

- Ji, are you drunk? – I whispered. He shook his head.

- I only, um, drank... two? Margarets...

- Two margaritas? At the bar downstairs? – He nodded. That's not nearly enough to get him drunk. I was confused. – Did you take something? Medicine, or anything?

- Nah. – He looked like he was going to pass out at any second, so I quickly called a manager. He came running a minute later, Jisung barely being awake at that point.

- What happened to him?

- I found him crying outside, and when he wanted to go back inside, he started slurring his words, and then just collapsed. He said he drank two margaritas at the bar, but that's not enough to get him this drunk...

- Yes, you're right. Well, we can't really rule out him doing this to himself. I can see why he would be so sad and desperate. Keep an eye on him, I'll call a doctor. – I nodded, his words leaving me with panic and shock in my heart. He would never do this to himself, would he?

I messaged Chan, to come help us, and to bring some water, and maybe a towel. He arrived, confused, but after I explained to him what had happened, he had to agree with the manager.

- I mean, all the signs point to him being drugged. He didn't meet anyone, who could've done this to him... or did he?

- Only us. And the bartender... oh. – It call clicked. Who else would it be, if not the bartender? We don't have access to medicine, we have to ask the managers for it. And since Jisung didn't, it had to be someone else.

- The bartender? Do you think... - But before Chan could finish the sentence, two paramedics ran towards us, behind them, the manager.

- Is he Han Jisung? May we take a look? – A paramedic asked me, and I gladly handed him over. Jisung was unconscious now, and I wanted him to get better. They took his heart rate, oxygen levels, blood pressure, blood alcohol content, and temperature.

- Did you say ha drank two cocktails? All right, and does he currently take any medications? – I shook my head, and so did the manager. – Okay, thank you. It's still early to say, and we need to test his blood, but it looks like he got drugged. We have to get him to a hospital to run the tests.

- DRUGGED? By who? – Our manager looked shocked and confused.

- We don't know that, sir, but if that's the case, the police will have to be involved to investigate it. Let's go. – The paramedic motioned to his partner, and they took my Jisung away.