"F-fuck." Taehyung whispered hoarsely as the glass of red wine spilled onto his torso.
His collared white shirt was stained dark red and the glass had cut his pale hands. Blood trickled down toward his wrist. Taehyung whimpered and left the crowded area to go clean himself up.
Taehyung shuffled toward the restroom of the night club. He could hear the wretched sound of someone throwing up in there. He made a face and proceeded inside desperately trying not to stare at the drunken person.
He treaded over to the mirror and stared back at his reflection. His milky white skin eerily glowed in the low light source of the washroom. His eyes looked exhausted and veiny. His cheekbones sagged slightly and his thin lips were dry. His top was still stained an ugly red.
Yup! He'd had one too many! Again. Suddenly, Taehyung began to feel like the world was wobbling. He began to rock back and forth slightly. His lips curled into a smile of pleasure. He felt amazing.
Taehyung was able to get away from the reality of his cursed life. He was disowned and ignored by his parents at home. He was always their last priority. Nobody cared...right? He was just alone and invisible in this world. He was that shady guy who walked with his head down wherever he went. He was the weirdo that went to clubs almost every night. Yes...that was him. Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung stopped trying to be noticed a long time ago. He used to seek attention from everyone---especially his peers. He joined the soccer team in high school so that he could mix in with the popular crowd....not because he actually enjoyed it. He tried to be cool. He adored being the centre of attention. The point is, he just wanted to be loved. He was afraid of being alone. He did everything he could to avoid that...but look at him now. He was nothing but a wannabe back then. Maybe loneliness was his destiny. Who knows....
Taehyung felt the hot liquor burning a hole in his throat. His hands started to shake. His eyeballs rolled to the back of his head. He arched his neck back. He felt like he was going crazy. Maybe this was the end for him. Maybe he would just die of alcohol poisoning or something. It wouldn't be that bad...right? Death didn't sound like such a scary thing, although he knew he wouldn't pass through the gates of heaven. He'd probably be left to rot in hell with the rest of the fallen angels. Well...he probably deserved it anyways. His sins couldn't be counted.
Just as Taehyung was about to pass out cold, his eyes made out the image of a younger boy entering the restroom. Maybe nineteen? His deep brown eyes looked small and innocent. He had really nice body proportions, and his facial structure was almost perfect. Taehyung couldn't stop staring at the boy. There was something so alluring about him. It pulled him deeper into a trance. The guy noticed that he was being looked at, so he tilted his head and smiled, "Do you need something?" Taehyung snapped back to reality. That was the first time in so many years that a stranger had actually spoken to him.
He grinned back at the other boy, "No, not really." he replied. The kid raised one of his well-kept eyebrows, "Then why are you gazing at me so intently? And what's up with your shirt." Taehyung blushed, but only for a moment before he regained his composure. "I spilled some wine on it. Why do you even give a shit?" The younger smirked playfully, "Sassy aren't we?" Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Kid, what's your name?" he said trying to be somewhat friendly even though he was kind of rude to him before. The boy replied, "Jeon Jungkook. And you are....??" he questioned, "Kim Taehyung." he answered.
"I like that name." Jungkook leaned against the wall, "So why are you here?" he questioned the older male. "Um...I can be here if I want to. Is it a crime to be here?" Taehyung replied in an irritated voice. Jungkook didn't seem to take notice of his annoyed tone. "Well, usually people just come here to get drunk and forget about all their problems and shit." Jungkook sighed and continued, "Half the people I've talked to when I go here have really crappy lives. They're rejected by their families and they don't have friends. No one is there for them. One of the guys I've talked to that comes here gets abused at home. He's like...16? It's sad really." Jungkook's black orbs pierced intently into Taehyung's, "So is that why you come here?"
