GOLDEN.

Fall Formal

a/n: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

"...and Park Chaeyoung for Fall Formal Queen!"

The words didn't come as a surprise to her, the applause was pretty much tuned out to her. Chaeyoung gladly accepted the flowers and the semi-plastic crown with the sash. She posed for pictures with Jimin, who also (not surprisingly) won Fall Formal King.

It was a routine almost, not that Chaeyoung even cared for the stupid ranking. It used to be an ambition of hers but now Chaeyoung couldn't care less.

How did winning those sashes even help later on in life, rather than boosting your ego in the moment?

Chaeyoung no longer felt the spark in Fall Formal that she used to. None of the returning students did.

Some even had the audacity to mutter under their breaths "will someone else die today?"

Sipping down her fruit punch, most probably spiked with vodka by the slight bitter tinge of taste, she glanced around. Chaeyoung sat the glass back down once it was empty, roaming the crowded dance floor, searching for someone she knew.

It had been around this time when Chaeyoung and Jimin had that huge blowup in front of everyone. The time Aeja died, when all that drama started.

It was weird how okay everything seemed. Like she somehow missed those text messages?

No way, that could not be possible. It must be that alcohol that was making her think crazy. Chaeyoung shook her head, trying to physically clear it, but the persisting throb stayed.

"Hey, there you are. I've been looking for you." Jimin smiled, grabbing her elbow.

"Ugh, someone spiked the fruit punch. It tastes awful and I already feel the side effects." She mustered a smile. "Where is Lisa?"

"She's kissing Jungkook. She was at least when I saw her—" He craned his neck back to glance out the door. "—and still is. Wow, why are people so touchy, it's disgusting."

"You're literally just like—whatever. Can we go home? I'm not in the mood to stay here any longer."

"You're not the only one. Taehyung left like ten minutes ago." Walking slowly out to the parking lot, he sighed. "I'm worried about him."

She agreed with a slight nod. Chaeyoung groaned, jumping onto his back easily. "Carry me, I'm tired."

"Oh, the things I do for you Chaeyoung."

"I love you~" She drawled, her voice vibrating into his neck. "Always you."

"Wow. Those drinks must've been strong."

"It tasted really good though. I had like—ten thousand."

"That's a lot." He mumbled, sitting her down in the passenger seat. "No wonder you're so skinny. All you do is drink fluids."

"Why do you always complain about me being skinny?" She whined, bringing up a topic she normally wouldn't speak about. "Skinny is pretty."

"No it's not." Jimin states promptly, starting the car. "Chaeyoung, don't tell me you still believe that."

"No, don't start the car." She muttered, turning off the car. "You know, I've been feeling bad lately."

He found his drunk girlfriend amusing. She had complete control over her words, but when she was drunk, she didn't overthink what she said much at all.

She was honest, for once.

"About what?"

"I don't know. A lot of things. Like you." She tapped his chest with her painted fingernail.