"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
October 5th, Thursday - 11:25 pm
You pushed through the crowd, weaving between bodies as you tried to get back to the bar where you left Mina.
The club was even more packed than before—swarms of people dancing, yelling, laughing, all moving in chaotic waves that made getting through feel like wading against a current.
But one area stood out.
A dense, unmoving cluster of people right in the center of the bar—so tightly packed they were practically shoulder-to-shoulder.
Which meant, unfortunately, you had to go through that.
You took a deep breath and dove in.
"Excuse me—sorry! Sorry!" you repeated at least five times, trying to squeeze between bodies.
Someone's elbow hit your arm, your shoulder bumped a stranger's back, and you stepped on at least three shoes—earning a chorus of annoyed looks.
As you pushed deeper, the chanting grew louder.
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!!"
Your stomach dropped.
A flash of pink hair confirmed your fear.
Mina.
Finally, after shoving past one last line of people, you broke into the eye of the chaotic little storm—and there she was.
"Mina?" you breathed.
She was standing on top of a table—on top of a table—chugging an enormous glass of beer like it was nothing. Foam dripped down her chin as the crowd around her screamed in excitement.
Across from her, a guy was also chugging, his face turning redder by the second.
They were having a full-on drinking competition.
Shit, of course.
Suddenly, the guy slammed his cup down and slumped forward onto the table, clearly defeated.
The crowd erupted.
Mina threw her empty cup in the air with a victorious wobble. "YEAHHH!" she slurred proudly as she nearly tipped backward.
You darted forward, grabbing her by the waist before she face-planted.
"I only left for eight minutes!" you scolded, half laughing, half panicking. "How do you get yourself into situations like this?!"
