Dont Forget Me|| Park Jimin

~15~

"Did you fight him for me?"

"No, I didn't I totally just got this bruise from opening my beer" she says while rolling her eyes and taking a sip of the beer that she is currently holding.

"Wow Jiminie what happened ... You sitting... Floor... Haha funny" Jungkook slurs and all I can do is glare at Tae with a mixture of disappointment and anger.

He shoots me an innocent grin as I slowly get up and lean against the counter next to Soorae. "You gave him a drink?!" I scold Tae.

"Jeez, it was literally only one beer, I didn't think that he would have such a low alcohol tolerance" he says while rolling his eyes. "He also gave him a vodka shot that Layla gave them" Soorae says into my ear.

I shoot Tae another glare and look at Jungkook who is now trying to open the fridge but keeps on missing the handle and his pout increases every time he does. Tae bursts out laughing and quickly grabs his phone and starts to recorded a video of the poor boy.

Now I would be stopping him if I wasn't laughing myself. "Ha! I did it you assholes!" He says after finally opening the fridge while pointing at Tae and I who are now crying from our laughter and an , as always, expressionless Soorae. "See monkeys can fly on the moon" he says with a proud smile that is slightly lopsided due to him being intoxicated.

This causes us to go into another fit of giggles as Tae continues to film him until he stops telling his problems and crying to the water bottle he currently hugging.

Once our laughter subsides Jungkook is sleeping peacefully on the cold tile floor , in curled ball with his precious water bottle clutched to his chest.

"This is all your fault" I say to Tae as I wipe the tears off my face. "Don't act like you aren't glad" Tae says with a grin. "So are you guys done now?" Soorae says with an annoyed frown that doesn't quite match with the humor in her eyes.

"Yeah I'm done, what's the time", I ask her as she fishes her phone out her pocket to check. "It's like eleven" she says with a shrug and puts her phone back in her pocket.

"Well I think that we should take this poor boy home" Tae says while smiling.

"Yeah good idea , we can just stay at my house, its the closet ,and I doubt my dads home ,and if he is I doubt he'll care" I say with a shrug.

"Oh and Soorae, than—" I turn to see that she's gone. Huh strange.

"I'm going to look for Soorae so I can—"

"Give her a kiss goodbye, yeah yeah I get it" Tae interrupts me with a chuckle while rolling his eyes.

"No, to thank her. Just take him to the car I'll be there just now" I say before once again pushing my way through sweaty bodies.

I spot a figure in all black and a sense of relief washes over me as I see it go up the tackily decorated stairs. Once I'm safely out of the ocean of sweaty teens I make my way up the stairs.

I suddenly feel like I need a shower, I swear I felt someone grab my ass back there. I shiver at the thought and start to search for Soorae.

I see the figure turn the corner and go in to a room without closing the door.  Just as I'm about to open the door I hear two voices talking. Now I know I shouldn't be eavesdropping, but curiosity takes over me.

"It's so difficult, I don't think that I can do this. I knew what I was doing coming into this, but I didn't think that it would be this hard. I mean... Doesn't... At all" one of the voices say, and it sounds like Soorae, I couldn't hear the last part because she whispered it.

"You can do this, we're almost there. You've come so far, we can't let these bastards win. Did you ask him?" Another voice asks, male this time,it sounds familiar but I can't put my finger on it.

I hear soft sobs.

Is... Is Soorae crying?

"He's going to kill me when I get home. He's going to freaking kill me" she says sounding defeated. The male chuckles "After all this time, you still haven't changed"

"I think we have bigger things to worry about, like the fact that he said no"

"We can worry about that later for now let's just get out of here"

This is where I decide that it's safe to go inside. Just as I'm about to push the door open someone pulls me back and drags me around the corner with their hand over my mouth.

I scream into their hand but it comes out very muffled and I can't even hear it. My back hits against the hallway wall and I wince from the pain.

Once I open my eyes I see none a face with a black eye and a busted, swollen lip.

Of course it's him, just my luck.