We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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You were drinking when I finally came back.
The first thing I noticed when I tried to grasp my new surroundings was the reek of cigarettes and alcohol.
I choked and gagged a little.
This new room had so many black lights, causing the whole room to have an eerie feeling. Many people milled around, laughing boisterously and staggering around.
I was in some club.
I coughed some more as smoke lay heavily in the room, giving a hazy aura around the room.
I couldn't find you.
I know you regret what happened that night.
I regret it too.
I thought I saw someone like you and ran over. But when I placed my hand upon the person's shoulder, it was not you.
This man was the same age as you perhaps, but his features were harder. Brutish. Menacing.
I backed away, but he grabbed me before I could escape.
An ugly grin spread across his mouth.
"We got an underage who got in!" He hollered happily.
"Please let go," I said quietly, trying to escape him.
Instead he trapped me even more in his arms. I began to panic.
Where were you?
He began to grope me, too, and I began to scream.
There you were.
I caught sight of your face just as the man touching me was yanked back viciously.
Then you were there.
Holding a bottle of beer in one hand, the other, wrapped around me protectively. You staggered a little, though. You were drunk. Not too drunk, but still drunk all the same.
You told the man to 'fuck off' and then turned to me with a drawling grin. "Heyo, baby. Finally came to see me huh?"
"Jimin, you're drunk," I told you quietly.
You just shrugged and drank even more.
I couldn't take it.
This wasn't the gentle, kind, and warm Jimin I had met. You were acting too much of a stupid man when all I wanted was that young teenager to comfort me and protect me.
I grabbed the bottle from your hands and smashed it on the ground.
You frowned.
Do you remember your next words?
I do.
They're seared in my brain.
"Geez, baby, now why'd you have to do that? Get lost will you?"
