Latibule - Taekook

Chapter 3

The red lights and smoke from a cheap machine fill up the large living room of the frathouse. It is nearing 3 AM and Taehyung felt great. He was swarmed in between sweaty bodies of students who drunk just as much as he did. The lights keep flickering which gives the feeling of surrealism even more strength. 

After the last cups, Taehyung has completely forgotten how much he drunk. The only thing on his mind right now is how much effect it had on his body and how good this feeling is. Jimin stuck to his word and remained together with the younger boy on the dancefloor. His moves were precisely calculated and showed that he knew what he was doing. His hips rolled in a seductive way, which makes every girls' eyes turn towards the blonde boy.

Taehyung had no idea how he looked, but he didn't even care if his moves looked nothing in comparison to his dancing partner. Just the feeling of the crowd dancing to some Latin-vibe music was enough for Taehyung. 

The girl's from the same night slowly moved towards the dancing boys in the middle of the crowd. Taehyung eyed Nayeon when she slowly moved in front of him. Her eyes were seductively inviting the boy to take a step closer, so he did. His arm found the way to her back, their feet moving towards each other. His breaths, slow and steady, brushed her hair, and he felt the way she slightly trembled from the first touch. When their eyes met he saw something misbehaving. They moved back and forth in a steady beat, inviting, gradually moving even closer than they already were. They were both totally intoxicated by the alcohol.  

For the first time that night, he heard her speak. The trance in which they were in breaking, as her face altered from seductive to scared. 'I don't feel so good,' she could still speak as she ran away from the crowd up the stairs. 

Taehyung's face showed immediate confusion, which alerted Jimin. 'What's wrong with her?' he asked. 'I think she is sick? Should I go follow her?' Taehyung asked back. Jimin didn't answer, but the look on his face said enough. He should go follow her. Taehyung manoeuvres between the students, feeling some vague touches on his body, knowing that the people didn't intend to, he didn't care. 

He stumbled on the steps of the staircase to the main level. Never having entered the house before, he was surprised by the size of the hallway. On both sides, there were at least ten doors and the hallway was again littered with students. An immense reluctance coursed through him from thinking about all the possible places Nayeon could have gone to, nonetheless, his moral sense guided him to pursue his search. 

Frustration coursed through him as he opened another door with a couple shamelessly making out half-naked on the bed. At the same time, he felt the effects of all the shit he had taken that night. His limbs were shaking and the dizziness, which was barely noticeable on the dancefloor, has taken over his body. He knew that his decision was stupid, you never mix drugs and alcohol, unless you want a bad trip. The first thing he learned when he started to experiment with weed. 

When he opened yet another room, he was met with an empty room. It was a large room, second to last in the long hallway. The room was fairly neat, with a view random clothes on the floor and books littered across the whole room. 

Taehyung scanned the room once more, the bed looked extremely inviting, big fluffy white blankets have never looked more appealing, but could he actually calm down a bit in here? His body already answering, when his legs buckled out from underneath him. 

His legs took the last few steps necessary to flop onto the mattress. He closed his eyes and drifted off. 

**

A slight shaking of his shoulder stirred Taehyung somewhat out of his slumber. 'What are you doing here?' an unfamiliar voice whispered-shouted at the boy. Taehyung is still not sure if this was actually someone standing over him or just his imagination, however, the shaking came back. Taehyung opted to just remain with his eyes closed, hoping that the voice would leave him alone, but his consciousness told him to open his eyes since this was not his room.