REMNANT

CLUBBING

When we finally got to a decent-sized storage-building [out in nowhere, might I add], Hoseok started jumping up and down excitedly. All I could do was shake my head, while I followed behind him.

"This is more like a murder's butcher shop rather than a club" I pointed out, slightly worried and my best friend only chuckled at my nervous comment. "It's a great thing for you to experience... Just let loose" he said calmly and I sighed...

Yeah ~ 'Cause it's really easy to let loose when your childhood friend [whom you've never been apart from and can't sleep properly without] says that he's gonna move away from you...

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[After about 15 minutes]

I tried to make Hobi go home with me, my reasoning being that we wouldn't have to be squished between all the sticky and sweaty human bodies, but in some weird way ~ he seemed to enjoy it.

How's the saying? Do opposites attract? Well, it's true for best friends at the very least.

"Ahem, could you move a little" A tall guy interrupted us, mentioning for Hoseok who was standing in the way. "Oh, I'm so sorry, he's drunk and can't really comprehend anything" I made up an excuse for my friend, moving his body next to me, while the guy glanced at me – before a small smile formed on his shapely lips.

"Thank you" he commented in a surprisingly low tone, before quickly walking away without another word.

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— When I [together with Hobi] finally arrived at my house, I opened the door as quietly as possible... only to meet Jimin standing in the doorway, his arms clearly folded over his chest.

"Why did I get a text from my friend saying that you were at a shady club?" He inquired with a very aggravated tone and I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat...

"Hoseok wanted to go dancing, so I kept him company, sort off... just like I usually do for you" I tried to explain while staring at the floor, feeling guilty for some reason.

Suddenly he walked up deadly close to me, sniffing my lips?

"What are you doing?" I questioned when he didn't make a move to step back and he looked me in the eyes.

"Huh... You actually don't smell like alcohol" he mumbled and I sighed at his untrusting words. "Just as I said" I commented lowly.

— "Well, I believe that you went out because you were sad ~ that I'm gonna leave you" he stated and I snorted at that. It was the truth, yes... But I didn't want him to know that.

"Yeah, like that would ever happen" I sassed with as much confidence as possible, to hide my sadness. "Couldn't you just have left him at his own house?" he asked, quite irritatedly and I rolled my eyes, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, evening... night?

"His mother would probably kill him if they'd see him in this state, you know" I muttered out the obvious and Jimin shoot a glare at me. Out of nowhere, he started dragging my friend away from my arms, to the couch and then getting back to me...

"Why don't you just say what you truly feel and admit that you'll miss me and we can cry together?" He whispered and came up to hug me and I sighed.

... "I don't want your scent to be drowned in alcohol" I managed to make out in his low grumbling and I stared at his back, seeing as he wouldn't let me go.

"Um, I want to sleep..." I confessed after a while of the two of us just standing there and I could feel him nodding slowly – leading me to my bedroom before we laid down together with him still hugging me. I leaned into his chest and his breath hit the top of my head comfortably...

I don't know how I'll ever survive without this, without him.

But I'll try...