Gone

Chapter 1

Jimin POV

The air between us is what I would call… tense. Ever since the other night, when the incident happened, he has been avoiding me like the plague. I miss his smile and the look on his face whenever i walk into the room. I wish I could take my actions back…but I can’t.

Its midnight on a Saturday when I find myself at a bar in Seoul, surrounded by the rest of my bandmates. We sit at a big circular table near the back of the club. I’m starring into by beer when i feel someone nudge my foot under the table. It’s Namjoon. I look at him, an he mouths something at me. I shake my head, silently telling him i don’t understand what he’s trying to say. He sighs then motions for me to lean in.

"What's up with you two?" He whispers in my ear.  I just sigh and back up, shaking my head. He has a frown, but gets distracted when Jin dumps his fruity drink of some kind all over his lap. "Jin! What the fuck?!" He yells. Jin quickly grabs a few napkins, and in his embarrassed rush, starts patting down Namjoon's pants in a less than appropriate place. Namjoon starts blushing and telling Jin it's okay and that he can do it himself. Jin seems to realize what he's been doing, going off of the dark shade of red his face just went. I chuckle. He apologizes profusely and Namjoon just nods and stands up, saying he's going to the bathroom to clean up. He hurries off and Jin follows.

I try to take a sip from my beer, but its empty. I lean over and tell Taehyung that I'm going to get another drink. He nods. I stand up and walk over to the bar. I can feel someones eyes burning holes in my back. I turn my head to see, and I make eye contact with Yoongi. I quickly turn around. He was glaring at me... He must be really angry. What did i do...

I rush over to the bar and find a stool. the bartender asks what I want.

"Two shots of vodka," I say. He nods and walks off to get my drinks. A man walks up and sits next to me. He has pastel blue hair and deep gray eyes. He's really handsome. I find myself staring. He glances over at me smirks.

"You see something you like?" He asks, his voice dropping an octave. I shudder and blush. He smiles at me and introduces himself: "Jung Clarence." He holds his hand out and I shake it.

"Park Jimin," I say. "Nice to meet you." He smiles again.

"Jimin... I like that. It suits you." He leans over and touches my arm. He's really fucking cute.  I nod and giggle, then turn around and throw back one of my shots. "Can I get your number?" I cough a little due to the burn of the alcohol and the surprise at being asked for my number so soon.

"Sure," I reply. He seems nice enough. I reach down to grab my phone, but find that its not in my pocket. "Shit my phones not in my pocket. Ill be right back." He nods and smiles at me. I walk over to the table and grab my phone. Namjoon, who has returned from the bathroom, looks at me funny. "A guy is asking me for my number." He smiles and gives me a thumbs up.

"Its about time you met someone," he replies. I hear a grown across the table. Its from Yoongi. I ignore him. He's probably just mad that he has to see my face right now. I feel myself frown. I walk away, back towards the bar.