Philiophobia (Sope/Yoonseok) [Discontinued]

4: He Felt Detached From the World In This Taxi

"Yoongi, I, um, kinda want you to return the favor...now..."

Yoongi paused, his brain processing what Hoseok had just said.

It's late, is something wrong?

"Erm...y-yeah, ok, I can. Should I c-come over?"

He felt his heart sink a little, something about "coming over" to Hoseok's felt strange.

"Yes please, I'll send you my address."

"O-Ok, I'll be over there in a bit. See y-you."

"See ya~"

With that he hung up, his hands shaking a little with anticipation. The loud music from the club seemed to die down, probably because most people were either passed out or making out. The smell of both sweat and alcohol just reminded him how much he hated his job. At least he got free drinks whenever he wanted.

Yoongi spotted one particular couple, one that had been coming to this club for a while. Well, he guessed they were a couple, but Yoongi had seen the man coming with several other people. The man's hair was a dusty colour of blonde, and his bangs hung just over his eyes. He had an ethereal feel to him, no wonder so many people had fallen for him. Today he was wearing ripped blue jeans with a casual top, it wasn't an outfit that you'd expect someone to go clubbing in.

The girl that he was with today, and most other days, was much shorter than him, and had to look way up to reach the man's face. She had baby blue hair, and was wearing a pastel blue bustier that was adorned with dark blue bows. Her blue skirt was incredibly short, so short that everyone in the club got a full view of her blue laced panties. But of course she didn't care, she was probably too drunk to register anything else but the man.

Turning his attention away from the couple that had now begun climbing on top of each other, Yoongi began to walk towards the exit. He worked as a bartender here, at some club he had somehow found a job at. He didn't even know the name of the club, he was just desperate for money at the time.

He snaked his way through the crowd of drunk people, some of them grabbing at him, trying to get him to join their group. Most of the groups were girls surrounding one man who seemed to be there only for the sex. These types of people were the reason he hated his job, they were self-centered and snobby.

As he exited the huge room, he was reminded of yet another reason he hated his job. The smell of the place stuck onto him.

He could literally smell the alcohol on him, despite only sneaking one drink. Another thing he hated, how hot it was. There were beads of sweat running down Yoongi's face, even though he had done absolutely nothing but stand behind the bar. His hair was damp and messy, the people also tried to grab him from his hair.

He sighed as he signaled a taxi, he didn't want to drive while he was like this. He felt like he had been intoxicated by something, maybe people were smoking weed or something. It wouldn't be a first he had gotten high at the club.

He told the driver the address as he climbed into the back, the car had started moving before he even had a chance to sit down. He was thrown to the other side of the car, his face smashing against the window. It didn't hurt, and Yoongi was too tired to care anyway. The exhaustion was starting to set in, he felt like he could fall asleep right there.

He could barely hear the music from the radio, everything sounded distant and far away. He should really start bringing earplugs, standing by loud speakers for hours was really doing a number on his ears. Oh well.

He felt detached from the world in this taxi, he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. The lights from outside shone his face, making him feel calm and strangely safe. He always loved the city, despite the traffic and the crowds of people. There was always something to do in the city, and he loved the lights from all the tall buildings. Seokjin was the opposite, he wanted to live in the countryside where it was peaceful and there was a ton of nothing.