Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Twenty Two

"Ah! Fuck!"

The sounds of glass getting shattered and books falling to the ground echoes throughout Rose's household. Alone in a sanctuary of someone else's, Woozi concludes otherwise as he stumbles across the living room, a bottle of wine on his hand.

Supposedly, he is watching the television, but his mind is connected somewhere else; his mind is wandered around the part of his brain that has the thoughts of his one and only distraction: Rose.

He takes another chug of the wine, not minding the strong bitter yet sweet taste cascading smoothly into his throat.

Why can't Rose and him just be together already? Woozi, criminality laced around him to the realm and a syndicate correlated to him to the underworld, he doesn't know if he even can be with Rose because of the syndicate part. If anyone knows about that side of him and the underworld, the realm will definitely do something about it.

He takes another chug of the wine, but this time he takes a whole two minutes to finish the entire bottle. He looks at the living room in surprise, and then in confusion, eyes spaced out.

He is now drunk as fuck.

"Woah, what the hell?" He slurs.

He stops talking and gasps when rose vividly pops into his mind, making him jump. He then remembers the two things he has yet to tell Rose.

Now, this is the part where drunk people do things they're too scared to do when sober.

Woozi snaps and points a finger in the air.

"I sh-should g-go tell R-rose."

He looks at the floor and takes a step slowly, then runs horridly to the door, exiting out the house without looking back at the chaos he has yet to realize.

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"I hope this—" Woozi hiccups. "—is the school Rose is going to."

Struggling to walk, he attempts to walk straight but fails as he starts to giggle as his stupidity. He smacks himself to make himself a bit sober, which works, but the alcohol still lingers through his bloodstream, making him a bit tipsy.

He wanders around the courtyard for awhile, looking around at the leaves falling, making him hiccup out some 'ooh's' and 'ah's'. Woozi stops to a halt as he sees the only red haired girl here, with someone else.

He runs to a tree and peaks at the two. His brains starts connecting the dots as he realizes who the 'someone else' is.

Gasping loudly, his eyes narrow at the blonde,

The blonde that isn't supposed to be with Rose, because Rose said she would stop hanging out with him.

He decides to make himself comfortable, so he sloppily climbs up the tree and gets himself situated. He struggles to hold himself up, but manages to look at the two in a perfect view, a view so perfect, he can hear their conversation.

"So, Jimin-ah, how did you and Yeona meet?"

Before Woozi could even hear Jimin's response, he begins to feel the aftermath of the wine. He burps loudly, and covers his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard, then giggles.

Not noticing the two anymore, he then starts to feel sleepy. He struggles to remain awake, allowing his body to take a rest. Woozi then sleeps and wakes up in a split second when he sees that he is falling.