just one day || a jimin ff

Chapter Thirteen: I'm Not Drunk

Here you were, standing amidst a sweaty, hormonal and lowkey horrifying crowd of teenagers.

Dancing.

Grinding.

Drinking.

And doing deeds that probably weren't meant to be done, but they did it anyway.

This was a disaster.

For a brief amount of time, you asked yourself. What are you doing here? What are you here for?

And before you could enter a deep and winding conversation with yourself about your purpose of life, you remembered.

Jimin. You'll focus on that asshole later.

The weird thing right here is, you had actually thought for a brief, stupid and illogical moment that this party would help. That you would open up and dance like those nerdy girls in movies and books when they went to their first party. Unfortunately, you were very wrong.

You were standing in the corner of the room, a red cup filled with punch in one hand. You awkwardly looked at everyone having fun and having the time of their lives as you stood there thinking of what a mess this was.

You were still a socially awkward piece of shit. The only difference you were able to notice was as that your train of random thoughts were being too random.

And there was this small nagging voice that seemed to make sense yet wasn't really reaching you. You figured that that was probably not a good sign but who cares?

After a few clueless seconds of asking yourself whether you felt more like a slice of rotten potato or a sticky and forgotten gum at the bottom of a school desk, you came to the sudden realization that you should be panicking. Not a few seconds after, you were.

You couldn't see Song-i. You couldn't see Jimin. Or Taehyung. Or Jungkook. Or even Areum. And for some reason, at that exact moment, your head started spinning, making you take the support of the wall beside you. You took notice of the way everything suddenly felt more claustrophobic. You needed to get out of this place.

You somehow managed to get outta there, stumbling your way towards the door, hoping that your memory would serve you well. You finally got a glimpse of the door and rushed towards it. Blindly throwing your hands at it in an attempt to open the door, you were relieved when you felt the cold air nip at your face.

The effect of the fresh air was instant. It was a chilly night, with a light breeze flowing. The atmosphere was so different from the inside of the house. You could still feel the music all over your body, it being so loud, but it was slightly quieter as if the night wanted to hush the noises away.

You staggered into the yard and stumbled around finding a place to sit until you saw a familiar figure. Taehyung. He was sitting down on the grass, a half-empty bottle of beer hanging off the tip of his hands. You sat beside him, plopping down. He was looking up at the stars, his gaze unwavering. He looked ethereal, like he was part of a dream. You stared at him till he finally looked away from the sky and looked at you. His eyes were analyzing and patient. Just like the day you had met him, you felt it again. As if he could read every inch of you. You shivered but you weren't sure whether it was because of the wind or his eyes.

"How many glasses did you drink?", he asked, as he took the cup from my hand and smelt its contents.

"Three, I think", your voice slurred.

"Vodka...", he muttered, shaking his head.

"That's a lot, (Y/N)", he said finally.

"It's not alcohol. I don't feel drunk. It's supposed to make you feel drunk. I don't feel drunk.", you slowly let out, not realising that you were totally losing whatever sane thoughts you were having.