Crossing Paths | Kim Taehyung

09

It was 3am and it was getting more and more packed despite it closing in an hour. Many others started to join our table, I guess they were all mutual friends. Yoona was now no where to be found, actually she was gone for the last 2 hours but I trust that she's okay. Jungkook was already passed out lying on the sofa with his beanie over his eyes while Minho was deeply immersed in drinking with the other DJs and emcees.

There I was, sitting alone at the table with everyone around me having a good time. I couldn't help but feel sad again about what happened. I used to go clubbing all the time with Taeyang and I always felt so safe. I guess I gotta get used to being alone again.

"Weakling," a voice whispered in my ear, causing me to jump and almost spill my drink. Startled, I turned to see Taehyung lounging beside me on the sofa, holding a drink. "Excuse me?" I frowned, puzzled by his comment. "Are all girls this emotional all the time?" he scoffed, taking a sip from his glass. I couldn't believe he was stereotyping me like that.

"I saw your expression that night. Something about an ex-lover, maybe? You're not very good at hiding your feelings," he remarked before I could respond to his earlier rude remark. "Well, yes, actually. So what if I am? Am I not allowed to feel emotions?" I finished my drink, feeling irritated by his attitude.

He smirked and left for the dance floor, leaving me feeling offended and angry. Normally, I wouldn't care, but the drinks were getting to me. I decided to confront him on the dance floor, but before I could, a random guy appeared and tried to put his hands around my waist.

"Stop. Let go of me," I snapped, growing even more frustrated. "Just relax, let's dance," he insisted, making me feel increasingly uncomfortable. Just relax? Don't you dare tell me to relax. Trapped in the crowded dance floor, I struggled to break free from his grip.

Suddenly, a strong hand gripped my arm and pulled me away from the dance floor and out of the club.