Art Of Letting You Go ✓

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I opened the door, only to be greeted by silent dullness. The lights were off.

I turned the lights on and looked for Jimin. I need answers.

I checked his bedroom but he was nowhere to be found.

I rushed to call Hoseok, a close friend of him that I knew.

I couldn't stay still as I rang him, walking in circles in the living room.

"Yeoboseyo?" Hoseok finally answered.

"Hey, it's me, Saerin. Jimin's roommate," I muttered in a voice that clearly lacked enthusiasm. "Do you know where he is?"

"Hey Saerin.. Is there something wrong? Did you guys fight or something..?"

I sighed and simply replied, "yeah."

"There's this one bar..."

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I couldn't stop looking out the window, waiting impatiently to arrive at the nearest stop.

My head was filled with what-if's of Jimin. I couldn't stop shifting around my seat.

Time passed and I finally got off the bus. Unfortunately, according to the map, the place was still a few blocks away.

I inhaled deeply and then started running until I was out of breath.

I paused when I found a sign, the one Hoseok told me about.

I entered the dim hall, where classic music was playing. It looked like a unique calm type of bar where classic people go to.

I looked around, eyes scanning the room for Jimin.

I bumped into a waiter, causing the tray he held to fall. I felt the piercing gazes of people around me as I caused a scene.

This is so embarassing, but honestly, who cares? This isn't what I came for.

I muttered an apology to the waiter and walked away, continuing to find Jimin.

My eyes averted to the black-haired boy on the bar counter, his head down with a glass of champagne in hand.

I made my way to him and I was right. He shot his head up, squinting his eyes.

"Jimin, you're drunk, let's go home," I tried to get him to stand up.

"Oh, who is this girl?" He cheekily smiled, eyes still not fully opened, "I know I'm handsome but you can't just take me home."

"Excuse me, do you know him?" The bartender behind the counter asked, referring to Jimin.

I nodded. "He's been drinking for two hours straight," he explained, a little bit of worry drawn on his face.

Jimin suddenly chuckled loudly, causing some people to look our way.

"Give me one more shot," Jimin held his glass up, eyes drooping.

"No." I snatched his glass away and asked for the bill.

I paid for everything he drank, and I almost spent all the money in my pocket. I swear, I will make him pay me soon, including my labor.

"Let's go you drunkard," I grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the bar, catching the stares of people for the third time.

"Aw, you're really taking me home, sweetie?" He asked, grinning insanely.

I slipped my hand in his pocket, trying to fish out his car keys.

"Hey hey, no touching of thighs, lady!" He scolded, pointing a finger at me.

I rolled my eyes and dragged him to his car which was parked infront of the building.