The Story Behind a Song

I Need U

- BTS

My first little short writing prompt, and I hope it gives somewhat a justice to the phrase. It's a powerful one, taken by different perspectives. This work is mine, and credits to BTS for a wonderful song.

- A. 7/22/18 2:58 am

"Why am I in love alone? Why am I hurting alone?"

Love is a dangerous game to play.

I watched as his hands wandered down the girl's waist, pulling her closer to his body. Their bodies moving in sync with the beat of the booming music. I watched as she wrapped her thin arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his jaw. My heart aches, but what was new. I had no right to call him mine. I looked away before things heavily escalated, downing my umpteenth drink for the night.

Some are lucky, some are not.

"Hey, I think Jonah and I should go. It's getting pretty late." I nodded, simply taking the hint. It was barely 12 am, it was a Friday too, and for god's sake, we were adults now. I let out a low snicker, barely audible to anyone besides the person next to me.

To busy drowning in his own sorrow, screaming and babbling to the guy on the opposite side of the counter about how women are too much to handle.

"We can say the same thing 'bout men," I said.

Some play for the fun, some play just to know the feeling.

Lost in my own thoughts I don't notice Taehyung come up to me, slightly tipsy.

"Where's Jungkook?" he asks.

I shrug, honestly not knowing anymore, he could be anywhere.

Anywhere with her.

Was she better than me? What did she have that I didn't? This feeling of selfishness and jealousy made my stomach churn in the worst way possible.

"Y/n."

"I'm fine Tae."

Some are too scared to even start the game.

I took her by the hand to somewhere more secluded, hands not leaving each others' body. My lips roamed her neck, pushing her into the room. A slight moan from her lips made me freeze.

"Baby, why'd you stop?" I looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. And no matter what I do, she couldn't replace her, Y/n.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

Exiting the room, my nose was instantly filled with the smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol. The thought of her sitting alone in a place like this was enough to make my heart hammer against my chest. Pushing through endless bodies, my eyes saw her sitting at the same place I'd last seen her at. I walked and pushed until I was right behind her.

"Y/n."

"Jungkook? Wh- what are you doing here?" she questioned. She knew where I'd been, why does it hurt?

"I can't. I couldn't. I couldn't leave you here by yourself," I paused. "what type of friend would I be then?"

A fucking coward.

And the cycle goes on, until the day where we gather up the courage, or we simply change.