DEAR NAME | jjk.

CHAPTER FOUR

Shit.

That's what I felt like. But as I drank shot after shot, I couldn't seem to stop. It's the only thing that seems to be stopping the pain-- making me forget it. But ironically, I didn't want to fully forget. Because I didn't accept this. I don't accept the fact that he left me for someone else.

I sound so miserable. Like my whole life revolved around him. It doesn't, but when something bad happens, it reminds me of everything else that makes my life exactly miserable. I hated being lied to. I hated being used. I hated lying to myself. But why do those things keep happening?

"Another," I muttered to myself, raising the glass bottle already in my hands, as I never let go of it since the start of the night. And for what seemed like the first of another set, I poured more into my cup and drank it down. My mind kept pounding, telling me stop, but my heart was pounding, too, hurting..

"Hey," a familiar voice said from my side. I turned my head, the man's face blurry in my sight. But that voice, yes, that was definitely the man from yesterday-- the one who kept offering me drinks, that I all turned down. Even if I was drunk, I didn't let my guard down. He sat beside me and poured a drink in his cup, "Very broken, aren't you?"

I scoffed, gulping down the alcohol down my throat before lightly slamming it on the table, before turning to him, "Fuck off." I growled. I doubt he was impressed by my words, especially when he looked at me for a longer amount of time than usual.

"Want me to take you home? You are wasted as hell." he laughed, resting his arm on the table beside him. My brows narrowed, how dare he..? Was he laughing at my condition? My words? Either way, I didn't like it. I scoffed and placed my money on the counter, before making my way outside of the bar.

My vision was, as expected, blurry. My mind kept turning, making me dizzy. I doubt I was walking straight, and I was just glad there weren't much people on the route I was taking. The guy maybe followed me, maybe not-- if he did lay a hand on me, I can defend myself.

My eyelids were starting to droop, desperate to go to sleep. I sighed, rubbing my eyes to prevent myself from passing out. My apartment is 1 stop from here, it shouldn't be too far. I continued to walk, or rather, limp my way to the nearest train station.

I passed by the restaurants, so I decided to make my way by the alleyways so I wouldn't get spotted by someone I knew, or cause any trouble. I didn't need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself. Llumi.. I hate you. How can you do this to me? How can you do this to anyone?

From afar, I felt someone's gaze on me. Looking around wouldn't help, I would only get even more dizzy. And so, I decided to walk even faster. Everything was going well, until I felt a grip on my wrist--

"Reyna?" another familiar voice. But this time, I definitely know this person. I turned around, blinking rapidly to focus my eyes on the person in front of me.

"Jungkook?" I breathed out. The confused look on his face said it all; yes, he was definitely worried. He was thinking, and again, confused. It took him a while to reply again, "What are you doing here?" he questioned, obviously more curious to 'what happened'?

I took a few breaths, so that I could keep myself calm. I then stood up straight. Of course he saw me looking dizzy. He was probably hanging around one of the restaurants and happened to saw me. What a coincidence.. huh? "I hung out with some friends." I lied, waving my hands in front of me. "I see you're doing the same." I motioned to the group of people who kept looking back and forth at us.

He tilted his head, as if he wasn't sure if he was going to believe me or not. "You're.." he trailed off, lifting his hand to point at me, "Drunk."