rain [taekook] DISCONTINUED

locked

CHAPTER FIVE // LOCKED
Jungkook POV

Loud music. Drunken figures. Girls with short dresses. Guys with no shirts. The awful stench of alcohol. Too many eyes focussing on the quiet kid in the room that's not supposed to be there.

I stay close to Jimin as we make our way deeper into the cramped house, the music and vibrations only getting louder as we go. "Isn't this great?" Jimin screams over the loud music and I stare around nervously and I can feel my palms getting sweaty. He doesn't seem to notice the fear in my eyes as I nod.

The house itself is pretty big, giant living room, spacious kitchen, large marble staircase. We walk into the living room of the house and I see a lot of different types of people, some drunk and laying on the couch while laughing at how fuzzy the red velvet rug is while some are up dancing to the music. I don't belong anywhere.

Jimin leads me over to a group of guys that are a little older than I but about his age, they all start talking about typical guy stuff and I just stand there awkwardly. I just want to go home.

"Come on, Jungkook, let's dance," Jimin screams over the loud music as he grabs my wrist and drags me into the chaotic crowd of dancing zombies bouncing around to loud and electronic music that I would never ever choose to listen to during my free time. I'd much rather classical.

I study the flashing lights above me and the sticky substances on the floors that I assume is spilt beverages from stumbling individuals. As I look back to where Jimin was standing I notice that he's gone. I immediately begin to panic. My breathing gets uneven as I notice that I'm in the dead centre of the dance floor, it feels like all eyes are on me as the room starts to get fuzzy and my head pounds to the beat of the distasteful music.

I spin around and gaze all over until I spot Jimin at the bar, sipping out of a red cup and chatting it up with some mint haired boy who seems quite out of it himself. Of course, he just had to leave his best friend's side to chat with a cute boy, typical Jimin. I knew this would happen. He never keeps his promises.

I try to push past all the dancing people but my little strength is nothing compared to the thick crowd filled with people that refuse to stop jumping around. "Excuse me, pardon me," I whisper and it's barely audible over the blaring music. I accidentally bump into a shirtless male with muscles bigger than my head, he spills a little bit of his bitter drink onto my black coat and glares at me, nearly making me sink to the floor in a sudden panic. "Watch it, kid," he snaps and I jump back in fear.

My feet start to move faster now as I push my way out of the crowd making people quite angry. I make it to a small bathroom on the bottom floor that I assume is not the only one in the house. I storm inside and lock the door behind me. The small, cramped room reeks of vomit and bittersweet alcohol that resembles to the spilt substances on my jacket. This is why I don't drink, it only causes chaos.

I collapse on the floor as a painful sob escapes my dry lips as tears stream down my face. I don't want to be here.

"I just want to go home," I whimper into my cold hands as I run them down my puffy cheeks. My breathing is still uneven and in a sort of hiccup form, I can't take a deep breath and my head continues to hurt like crazy.

I lay my body on the cool tiled floor that is definitely not sanitary. I curl my knees into my chest as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breathe deeply, after awhile my heartbeats slow down to their normal pace as my eyelids feel heavy. I finally let them close as a wave of drowsiness takes over me.

|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|:|

My eyes shoot open up to the sudden sound of fists pounding on thin wood. I stare around my surroundings and notice that I'm still in the smelly bathroom, alone and helpless. The time on my phone reads 11:34pm, we arrived at around 8:00pm meaning I was passed out for a few hours. Jimin hadn't come to check on me.

The fists continue the pound, someone obviously needing to use the bathroom. I stand up and my wobbly knees are barely enough to handle my weight. I open the door as a male pushes past me and immediately dives toward the toilet and begins throwing up all the contents in his stomach, a sickening sight to see.

I hesitantly walk back into the living that's still alive with loud music and sweaty bodies. I spot Jimin dancing and still chatting closely with that mint haired boy, his eyes seem to adore the boy. I walk over to him and tap his shoulder and he turns around slowly, stumbling a bit, he gives me a tipsy smile and I know he's completely drunk. "I want to go home," I say to him and he just chuckles and pats my shoulder rougher and harsher than usual since he always tries to be soft with me.

"Well I don't, go have some fun, Kookie," he slurs and waves me off as he wraps his arm around the mint haired boy. I shake my head and gulp nervously as the mint haired boy glares at me. "Just go hide in a bathroom or something, he obviously doesn't want to leave," the boy snaps at me and pushes me away, at that moment I can't help but let my eyes fill with tears as I run towards the door, hearing his deep laughter from behind me, Jimin does nothing to help me. He's just drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing. For some reason, my mind believes that but my heart refuses to see it.

I run into the pouring rain of the dark night, my feet stumble along the empty sidewalk as I keep my head low and try to fight the endless flow of liquids falling on my head. My black hair dampens as it sticks to my forehead, my cheeks are covered in salty water but I'm unsure if it's from the rain or the tears that continue to stream.

Suddenly the rain stops.

"Why do I always find you like this?" A familiar deep voice says and chuckles and I know who it is but I don't turn around, I just let my tears fall. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around with worry in his eyes once he notices that I'm crying, "what's wrong? What happened?" He asks quietly and calmly and wipes a tear from my cheek as his other hand holds the umbrella pole.

I shake my head and continue to ball like a baby, I want to show that I am capable of controlling my emotions but I know that that's not true. I'm a mess and now he can finally see that.

He grips my shoulder softly, opposite of the way Jimin had done only minutes before. "Come on, let's go back to my place, okay?" He asks in a quiet and relaxing tone and I nod without really meaning to. The warm look in his eyes makes him look trusting and caring, hopefully that's right.