Trouble

Sofa

"No...no...no...I don't like Taehyung," I slur as I upturn the glass to drink the last two drops at the bottom of my glass as well. All my friends, extremely seriously, look at me as if I had grown an extra set of hands. I smile giddily as I say, "I love, Yoongi." I set my glass down with a loud thud and looked at my friends as well. None of them had even finished their first glass, while I was already on my fifth. 

"But I love Tae, as well, as a brother," I mention, placing my hand clumsily under my chin. Young and Hye Ri look worriedly at each other. Young stretches her hand toward me, but probably thinks better of it and moves away. 

"I love both of them, a lot. I can't lose either of them," I say sadly, making a grumpy face. Jeong pats my back softly, comforting me. 

"Where's Seong?" I perk up suddenly. 

"She's still not back from Daegu. She said her mother wasn't feeling well," Bo Ra said, twirling her glass, thinking about something else as well. 

"What do I do?" I whine, banging my fist against the table, and getting my friends' attention. 

"Just give them both some time," Lee suggested. I looked away. 

That's what I had thought of when I was walking here. I was being unreasonable if I expected Yoongi and me to make up today itself. He would take time to process the fact that another guy had confessed his love for me on a very public platform. He would take at least a few days for him to come to terms with it. 

"You'll all look so glum," I said, as I looked all of them over. They all had a hard-set face save for Na Ri who was busy scrolling through something on her phone, probably an ebook of some sort. 

"Everyone needed this," Hye Ri sighed into her glass and did not speak up after that. 

Bo Ra nodded in agreement and Young and Lee exchanged a nervous glance. 

"I had to ask you something," I realized suddenly, looking at both Na Ri and Lee. 

"You work at a café, and you work at a pharmacy, don't you?" I looked between the two of them. Na Ri put down her phone and looked at me with a perplexed expression. 

"Uh-" Both of them started, quite unsure of how to proceed.

"My parents own The Hideout," Lee said. All of us looked at her, our mouths partially open. She hadn't ever spoken about her parents, and she always tried to stay out of conversations which could lead to that. Was she embarrassed? 

"That's so cool," Jeong said, looking intently at her. Lee's eyes widened, and then a shy smile spread onto her face. 

"You have to give us free drinks now," Bo Ra said, smiling mischievously. Lee nodded. 

"My mom is a maid, and I need a part-time job," Na Ri said, her thumb fidgeting with her phone cover. We all turned to look at her now. 

"I'll let you know if a job opens up at the café," Lee suggested. 

"My grandmother wouldn't mind hiring you either," Hye Ri.

"You're probably a better worker than I am," She said, which made all of us laugh. I don't think it was the alcohol that was pulling all of us closer together. 

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"I don't want to go home," I say, leaning against the brick wall of the restaurant and looking up at the starless, dark night sky. Young sighed next to me as she came to stand where I was. 

"Where do you want to go?" She asked, turning her head to look at me. I grumbled something incoherent under my breath which sounded a lot like 'anywhere but home'. 

"Ah, he's here." She said, and my head perked up. I looked in the direction she was looking in, and I looked back down silently once I saw the pale-faced Yoongi glaring at me. I could sense when he came to a stop near me because of his sea-breeze aroma. I bit my lip nervously. I was not ready to have a conversation with him face-to-face.

"Thanks for messaging me," He tells Young. She nodded and began to go back in. She turned to look at me one more time before going back in and waved. I smiled. Suddenly I remembered her reaching across the table and then realized that she had reached for my phone and not my hand. I looked back at Yoongi who was glaring at me. 

"You annoy me too much," He said, turning to walk in the other direction. He expected me to follow, so I did just that. 

I walked behind him silently for a few moments before bumping into his back, when I didn't realize he had stopped. 

"I am supposed to be angry at you," He said, looking down at me. I look at his ripped black jeans, instead. He holds my elbow, and with the other hand tilts my head upwards. 

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks. Even though his voice conveyed anger, his eyes had softened. 

"No," I whispered, looking back down.

"You know, when you told me about Taehyung, I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at myself." He said, moving away from me, but latching his hand onto mine. He began walking forward at a slow pace, and I followed. His gaze was focused on the front, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from his porcelain skin. He looked deathly in the darkness of the night. 

"Why?" I ask, tightening my grasp on his hand. 

"You deserve so much better, Eun In. And maybe, if I can't give that to you, he can." He said, shrugging it off nonchalantly but I paused. I pull at his arm and make him face me. 

"There's no one there for me other than you," And I meant it when I said those words. If it weren't for the alcohol, I would have taken much longer to say the same words, but I was happy for the impetus the beers gave me. 

He crinkled his brows, and I assumed he was trying not to smile when he looked away from me. 

"I am still pissed at you, and I still stand by the fact that you deserve better." He said, turning to walk again, but I pulled him back again. 

"I don't want better," I say in a stubbornly. 

"I just want you," I continue. I am never drinking again. Why am I saying these things? 

"Yeah?" His brows rise up all the way to his hairline, and his gummy smile makes a comeback. he bites down on it, though, and begins to glare at me again.

"Why are you being so cute today?" He asks, brushing a stray hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. I smile and make my special puppy dog eyes. 

"Don't be mad. I'll sort out the entire thing with Taehyung," I pull at his arm again to begin walking. 

"Eun In," he says, pulling me back. 

"Hmm?" I said, coming to stand in front of him again. 

"Where are you walking to?" He questions, his grin spreading out lazily. 

"Your house?" I question, tilting my head. 

"Don't you think people will get the wrong idea if I bring a drunk girl to my house?" He asks. Regardless of this question, we begin walking in the direction of his house. 

"I am not just a drunk girl, I'm your girlfriend. I can stay over at your house anytime I want," I lean onto his shoulder, and he tilts his head to meet mine.

"So you're sleeping in my bed today, girlfriend?" He asks, grinning innocently. I push him away. 

"Your sofa is pretty comfortable," I say instead. He scowls back at me. 

"I'll sleep with you there then," He says, kissing my cheek. I laugh out loud. I was seriously in love with this boy.