Roses You Left For Me

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"I can't talk to him," Jeongguk thinks aloud.

He doesn't realize he's said it until Hoseok is responding with a "sure you can. He's actually very open once you flash the cash if you know what I mean,"

Jeongguk doesn't know. Doesn't understand why you'd have to pay just to talk to a dancer. To see them perform? Sure. But just to talk? Jeongguk doesn't understand that. He looks up at Hoseok with a confused look, finally able to drag his eyes away from Taehyung. "How much?" He asks, sounding unsure of himself.

"Honey, do you even know what you're paying for?" The bartender asks him as he momentarily turns, holding up a finger to Jeongguk before he refills someone's drink. When he returns, he says, "Something tells me that you don't really know nothing about who or what Taehyung really is,"

"Why can't you tell me about him?"

The bartender shrugs with a smile. "It's not my story to tell,"

Jeongguk leaves the conversation there and takes his drink to sit in the corner by a lone table. It's darker over here, and he doesn't have to hear himself think with the large speakers that blare out music, pounding into his ears. His drink is long forgotten, abandoned on the table as he sinks his head into both hands. This is a huge mistake, he thinks. A total waste of time. If it weren't for Jimin saying he'd have a good time tonight, he'd never have come. It's just another pathetic excuse to stop thinking about his ex for one fucking minute. Yet it always comes down to this. Always. There's never a fucking escape to run. To get away from the nagging voice that says just how badly he fucked up. Because he was never enough. Time to move on.

Except, he can't. Doesn't know how to. Or maybe it's just the blunt ignorance or the raw fear of it all. He can't remember how he felt before. Before he fell in love. Has to live with how he is now. Broken. Alone.

With a heavy sigh, he gets up and stares at the ground with empty eyes, but is immediately pushed back down and two legs are straddling his waist. "Sit down, sugar," a low voice says.