I feel like shit.
My dad's disappointed in me, I can feel it.
He's given me so much whole my life and here I am, being the worst son ever... I always wanted to make him proud and feel relevant. Guess being a perfect son isn't my thing...It's been three hours since I locked myself in my room. I've been listening to music and crying because of the lyrics. The thought of my dad being mad at me because I'm worthless makes me cry every time. And I can't help myself but continue doing so.
After one more hour of being locked in my room, I finally find the courage to get out of there and get myself a snack.
I can see nobody's home so I take my chance and leave the house too.
I walked, music in my ears, a long time. So much that the sky turns dark and my stomach grumbles. I didn't take money with me though...
I think it's time I go home.As I try to find my way, I get interrupted by a band of five drunk guys. They call me, but I pretend I can't hear them because of my earphones.
One of them calls me again, but seems to get annoyed. He tries again but gives up.
Another one gets closer to me by wobbling, because, of course, he is drunk. He's running to me, I see his stare that's really intense. I know I have to run but there's no where to go. By my right, there's a dead-end. By my left, there's a park, closed by gates. Behind me, I guess there's the rest of the band. I turn my head and see three of them, behind, ready to tackle me.
ShitOne of those behind me pushes me to the dead-end and calls the rest of them. They push me against a garage door.
I say nothing. What's the point?
They watch me intensely and I still say nothing.
"Nothing to say?" the tallest of them asks.
I just shake my head. "You don't like us?" an other one asks, making the others laugh -more like snort- and I don't say a thing.
The tallest continues "You know what? I like you" Bitch what? "I'm like you 85% of the time..." I don't really understand and he can see it, he continues "You know, feeling numb"
He's right, I guess.
"You know what's the solution?"
I shake my head and he seems amused by my will to not say a word.
"Alcohol."I get dragged to a bar, in the club they headed out of twenty minutes before now. "What do you want?" he asks "It's on me"
"I don't drink" I respond
"Oh wow! You can speak!" he triumphaly says, making the others laugh. I'm not amused though. "Oh come on, don't be such a moodkiller! You know you can relax with us."
I stare at him, suspicious. "It's true! Now come on, get yourself a drink." says another one, calling the bartender.
"Vodka? Tequila? Whatever you'd like"
Nothing
I didn't said anything so they got me two shots, one of vodka and of one tequila -with salt and a lemon, of course- and they were cheering for me to drink.
I oblige and feel the burn down my throat. "Now the tequila!" screams one of those who dragged me here.
I oblige again, after biting in the lemon and linking the salt off my hand.
"Goo' job kid, want anything else now?"
I shake my head.
Another one barged in and added "It's not your choice. Drink this and we'll leave you alone"
He handed me three other vodka shots. I hesitated but drank anyways.I felt lightheaded and began to feel myself relax. As they promised, they didn't force me to do anything else.
One of them even approached me and introduced himself. "I'm Bambam by the way" I look at him, shook. "It's your real name?!"
"No, stupid. I just don't really like my name. -I nod- there's Youngjae, Jaebum, Jinyoung and Yugyeom. And me of course, don't forget me." I nod "Of course not."
After a while of talking, it was 3 a.m and I just realised my phone was dead.
I have to go back home but I'm in a part of this town that I've never been to and I don't know how to get back.
"What is it kid?" Jinyoung asks me. "I have to go home..." I respond. "Don't worry, kid, I can drive you home" says Jaebum.
Would it be a good idea, I mean, he seems very drunk...
"Don't worry, I'm a good driver."So that's how I got in this car, full and smelly. I was heading back home, which was what I'd call good news. Bad news is, Jaebum is going way too fast and it seems like I'm the only one to notice...
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[ Namjin ] Two years
FanfictionTwo years, no calling, no text Until one day they see eachother again ( Smuts maybeee, mpreg)