Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

Collision ❤️

Going out with your girlfriends to the bar on a busy Friday night was the best way to celebrate your break-up with a man who could hardly be called a man - he was immature, lazy, uninterested in anything life had to offer, and downright bad at sex. 

To this day, you still don't know how you spent three full months with that couch potato of a male. He seemed all nice and romantic the first time you met him but, it was supposed that he relaxed over time. What you hated the most were people pretending to be something they weren't but it didn't take him long to show his true colors - merely two weeks into your "dating".

And the break-up, which happened last week, wasn't dramatic or hard, he agreed to it so easily, disgustingly smacking his lips as he lazily ate a burger, not batting an eye at you as he just as lazily laid on his living room sofa, watching a baseball game from the TV. A shiver of disgust ran down your spine but you turned on your heel and calmly exited the apartment.

"To freedom!" one of your friends raised her glass of cranberry martini.

You joined the cheers with your classic Cosmopolitan cocktail, ready to drink away all the wasted time. You and the girls cheered and laughed but calmed as the beautiful jazz sound of a trumpet filled the warm space of a bar. With all the wood and earth tones in which the bar's interior was decorated, jazz was the perfect genre of music.

A young man stepped on the stage, in front of the band, and started singing a ballad, his sweet voice making you relax and sway your shoulders. You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes, immersing yourself into the music, warm atmosphere of the bar, and alcohol from the cocktail coursing through your body, all of those factors calming your body.

Cosmo after Cosmo, you were starting to feel even more relaxed, swaying your body to the jazz melody and catching glances of some men raking your body in a black and tight sequin dress. But you just rolled your eyes at them, continuing to dance with your friends. And when some of them felt courageous enough to approach you aka hit on you with their cheap pick-up lines but didn't take your "no" for an answer, the girls had to step in and shoo them away in the most elegant yet ego-crushing manner. You drunkenly hugged the girls, thanking them for saving you but your bladder alarmed.

"Oops, gotta pee," you stuck out your tongue and they giggled, shooing you away too.

Downing the last of your cocktail, you put the glass back on the bar counter and advanced to the toilet at the end of the bar, taking small steps in your shiny black platforms in the hope of keeping the pee long enough until you made it to the first available stall. Luckily, the bathroom wasn't crowded like at some nightclubs so you went, did your business, and exited in the record 5 minutes.

But, as the bathroom's air dryer wasn't working and there weren't any napkins you could wipe your hands in, you pushed the bathroom door with your hip, fanning your hands to dry them. The music from the band was reaching the hallway where you were so you whistled the melody, swaying your body as you walked.

However, you stopped all your moves and whistles upon hearing a desperate male voice just around the corner where the old public phone, operating on coins, was placed. The curiosity got the best of you so you came closer, as silently as possible, and leaned on the wall to listen to his conversation.

"Why you acting like a fool? You know, don't be so rude," he talked and you strained your ear to listen, "Call me 'baby' like you used to! Like it was originally."

You covered your mouth to push back a gasp. He was almost shouting the last part but the agony was so evident that it made your heart ache. 

"Let's call it together," he continued, "Sweetie... a lovely nickname," you could hear him smile, "Come on, it's not easy to say this, you know," he paused, his voice cracking again, "You are my whole life. Night, morning, and the end," it pained you more hearing those words.