Breathless.

8.

Yoongi sighed.

Today was horrible. He grumbled.

He grabbed his keys and climbed inside his car.

Fuck! I can't believe I missed two important assignments. He sighed, and drove off.

Instead of going home he decided to go to the club, he usually did gigs there but tonight he was going to go for drinks.

He needed a bit of a distraction, he didn't feel like going home, because he knew Jungkook was probably over.

Since the night he had heard him and Jimin getting frisky Jungkook had not been over, he figured the boy was just embarrassed.

It had been almost a week since the last time he seen Jungkook over, so he kind of figured he'd show up tonight.

He felt relieved but at the same time he felt bad. He was torn.

He pulled into the parking lot of the club and sighed.

Great I can't get drunk because I don't have a driver.

A few drinks won't hurt though, he shrugged and headed inside.

The inside was dark with a few strobe lights and loud ass music, the music really wasn't his taste.

He rolled his eyes and headed over to the bar.

"Can I get an Irish Bomb please."

He said, glancing up at the bartender.

The bartender look up and down at him, and practically laughed.

"I.D."

He grumbled.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, digging into his wallet and showing his I.D to the man.

"25. . . Huh you don't look your age." The man murmured.

"Well?."

"One Irish Bomb coming right up."

The man said, and begin making Yoongi his drink.

His drink was being placed in front of him, it looked thirst quenching, he swallowed and pick up the liquor, placing the straw between his lips, sucking down the cold liquid.

"Delicious." He mumbled.

The man glanced over at him again, then he went to help someone else.

***

Namjoon sighed.

Work was stressful, but so was his parents divorce.

He sighed, he needed a break, he walked into his apartment and changed into his comfortable clothes, he decided he'd go to the club.

He wanted to drink his stress away so he decided he'd take an uber there.

He dialed a number and then went out and stood in front of his apartment building waiting for the uber to arrive.

Once it arrived he climbed in and told the driver the location.

The driver pulled into the club.

"Thanks." Namjoon said politely and handed the man money.

He walked inside as the loud music blared and the lights literally blinded him, he sighed and walked over to the bar.

"Hello, can I get a shot of bacardi please, and a Long island ice tea."

He said, looking over at the man behind the counter.

The man arched his eyebrows.

"I.D."