- somewhere in tokyo
it's been a while since he last came to this place.
you could only imagine him spending most of his late night hours tucked away in a bar that was located in one of the hidden parts of tokyo.
the essence of vodka lingered among the angst man. shot after shot, he couldn't get enough or that's what he told himself.
it was a bit past midnight but taehyung wasn't ready to face reality. he needed the alcohol to drown his sorrows.
the bartender poured another request of vodka into a shot glass and slid it to the customer, "it's been a
while." she watched taehyung instantly consume the shot in a second.she knew there was something wrong with him as soon she saw the tears stain his cheeks.
after years of being behind the counter refilling his drinks, she never once saw a tear shed from him. he was never the one to cry.
the young bartender grew a bit of concern for the man after he got up from his seat and left some cash underneath the shot glass. "let me call you a cab!" she yelled but he was already out the door.
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