Unwanted-Wanted | Suayeon

Chapter 6

Siyeon

A drink. That is what I need right now. To get wasted. To forget about everything for a minute. And that is why I am currently on my way to one of the many clubs in Busan after having found and rented a room at a motel.

I left my bag at the motel to avoid anything getting stolen and because a big backpack is quite unconvenient in a club. The only things I carry with me are my phone and the key to my motel room, which are in the pockets of my jacket.

After about 20 minutes of walking around in Busan on my search for a good looking club I finally find one and enter.

Loud music, the smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat and the presence of dancing and partying people envelope me the minute I set foot in the club and I squeeze myself through the crowd to get to the bar, where I sit down on one of the many barstools.

"Can I get one beer please." I say to the bartender who nods and in a matter of seconds a glass of beer is set in front of me on the counter.
"Shall I put it on a bill?" the bartender asks.
"Yes please." I answer.
"May I know your name then?" he asks.
"I'm Seyoung, Kang Seyoung. What about you?" I ask before I take a sip of my beer and he chuckles at my question.
"I'm Kim Mingyu." he answers.
"Alright, and how is Kim Mingyu doing tonight?" I ask, staring at him with great interest.
"He wasn't feeling all too well, until you showed up." he says flirtatiously.
"What about you?" he then asks.
"I am feeling quite bad." I say.
"Why is that?" he asks.
"Stuff happened. But I won't burden you with it." I say before I take a few more sips from my beer.
"I don't mind. Please do vent if you need to and I'll listen." he says.
"So nice of you." I say.
"I'm a nice guy for pretty ladies like you." he says with a wink.
"Well, you see Mingyu, it's like this, there's this guy in my ancient history class that I really like. I have liked him for months now and I've told my best friend and roommate everything about him since the moment I first started liking him. I vented and ranted a lot to her and she also tried to help me ask him out and stuff like that but now I heard from my other friend that she asked him out. She didn't even tell me she liked him too, or that she asked him out. So today when I saw her I asked her about it and we kind of got into a pretty heated argument. I also found out that my friend and that guy are a thing now so besides fighting with my best friend I am now also going through a heartbreak. That's why I'm here. I want to get wasted and forget about it for a moment." I lie.
"Damn, that sucks. She sounds like quite a bitch if you ask me." he says.
"Yeah, she kind of is, actually. But whatever, tonight I will get over both of them because they are not worth my tears." I say.
"Hey, it's okay to feel bad." he says.
"Yeah, but I prefer drinking over feeling bad, so if you could pour me a few shots, that would be great." I say.
"Some shots, coming right up." he says before he pours me the shots and puts them on the counter.
"There you go." he says.
"Thanks." I say as I take a shot, the liqour leaving a burning sensation in my throat.
"I needed that." I say.
"Tsj, I bet, and although I totally get why you want to drink and forget about everything, I'm not sure if alcohol is the best coping mechanism." he says while I just take another shot.
"Then what do you suggest I do?" I ask in a slightly seductive tone.
"I don't know. Just, relax a little?" he suggests.
"What if this is my way of relaxing?" I ask.
"Then I'd say you have a very interesting way of relaxing." he says jokingly.
"Really? If you think that this is interesting then everything else I consider 'relaxing' will be absolutely fascinating to you." I say, staring into his eyes intently.
"Are you hitting on me?" he asks daringly.
"Perhabs. I mean, I bet a guy like you could make me forget about everything just as well as alcohol could, only, without the hangover." I say causing him to chuckle.
"You got some balls." he says.
"You too." I say with a wink.
"Should I take that as a compliment?" he asks jokingly, both of us chuckling in response.

I then drink the remaining three shots and not long after drinking them all I start to feel a little light headed.

"Can I get a vodka soda?" I then ask him and without saying anything he makes the drink. However, the drink he serves me is just a regular soda.
"I believe you forgot the vodka." I say.
"No. No more alcohol for you." he says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I want you to remember me." he then says confidently.
"But I really wanted a vodka soda." I say pouting.

Why can't this dude just give me what the fuck I want? I don't want to remember him. I don't want to remember anything.

"Okay how about this. How about, you give me that vodka soda and then I will give you my phone number in return?" I propose.
"Now that's an offer I can't refuse." he says.
"Great, give me your phone." I say and at that he gives me his phone and I put some random number in it and save the contact as Seyoung♡ before I give him his phone back. In the meantime he got me the drink I asked for and I take a sip of the beverage.

Mingyu and I continue to talk and flirt with each other while I drink more and more until I am rather drunk. Knowing that I still have to be able to get back to the motel I decide it has been enough for tonight.

"Hey Mingyu? Why are there two of you?" I ask, slurring my words, acting super drunk.
"There aren't, you're just drunk." he says chuckling.
"I'm not drunk, I'm Seyoung." I say.
"Yeah, you're totally wasted. No more alcohol for you." he says chuckling.
"Good, wise, choice." I say drunkily.
"And, maybe going home to rest is also a good wise choice." he then says.
"Yeah, maybe." I say.
"Want me to call you a cab?" he asks.
"Sure." I say.
"Alright then." he says as he takes out his phone to call a cab

"The taxi will be here in 10 minutes." he says once he hung up the phone again.
"Great, I guess I should pay for my drinks now then." I say as I pretend to search my pockets for my wallet.
"Fuck." I curse.
"What?" he asks.
"Oh my god, I-I think I forgot my wallet." I say.
"It's okay. It's on me." he then says.
"What? No, you don't have to do that." I say.
"No, it's fine. I insist. And I'll pay for your taxi too." he then says.
"Fine, I'll let you pay, but only if you promise to call or text me tomorrow." I say.
"I will. I promise." he then says.

We then wait for the taxi and once it arrives I get in and after Mingyu paid the driver we drive off.

'Mission "get drunk and home safely for free" succeeded.' I say in my head.

Men are so dumb. Or am I just smart?
Probably both.

Once we arrive at the motel I get out of the taxi and make my way to my room.

Once in the room I immediately let myself fall onto the bed and due to the alcohol and late hour I fall asleep in no time.

Let's hope tomorrow will be better.