Guitarist Next Door (Jae Day6)

Chapter 3

Walking into the bar with Sammy, you felt a bunch of eyes on you. Usually you tended to blend in with your style and clothing choices, but not tonight. Along with the black, lacy bodysuit, you were wearing black pants, a leather jacket, and heels. You had also curled your hair and done your makeup too.

Leaving your apartment you actually felt confident, but now you felt shy since people were looking at you. You hid behind Sammy.

The other boys were already there, sitting at a table in the back. They waved you over. Jae's eyes were glued on you as you walked towards them.

"I told you," Sammy whispered in your ear. "You have his full attention."

"I should change." You tried to turn around to leave, but Sammy caught your arm.

"You look beautiful Y/N. What happened to the confidence you felt back in your apartment?"

"That was in the safety of my own home. Now we're out... in public... with people."

"You came," Jae greeted, interrupting your little chat with Sammy. He looked surprised to see you. You sat down at the seat across from him and in between Sammy and Jaehyeong.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to find your confidence again. "I said I would, didn't I?"

"Does that mean you're coming to watch me play this weekend then too?"

"Yup. Unlike you, I try to keep my word."

"When haven't I kept my word? I never said I was going to stop playing loudly, did I?"

You paused. "Well, no."

Hajoon came back with a round of shots, saving you from having to come up with a proper reply. He set one down in front of everyone. You eyed it suspiciously. Shots were not your thing.

Why did I agree to this? You thought.

The others clinked their shot glasses together and downed their shot. You picked up the glass hesitantly.

"You don't have to drink it Y/N," Sammy said.

Jae's voice kept running around in your head. Don't be such a killjoy.

"Tonight is about having fun right? It's time to get out of my comfort zone." You took the shot glass and downed it in one gulp. You cringed a bit at the taste, coughing slightly.

"Aww look at you, taking your first shot. Don't worry. You get used to the taste eventually."

"I've done plenty of shots before."

"Oh really? Do you always cringe at the taste afterwards?"

"It just caught me off-guard. That's all." You grabbed another shot and downed it without cringing. "See?"

"Careful now. These are pretty strong."

"I can handle it."

Jae held his hands up in surrender. "Wow look who's trying to become the life of the party," Jae teased.

"You wanna go shot for shot with me? Because I can do it."

"You sure about that?"

"Try me."

"Alright. Fine. Let's do another one right now."

Jae took two shots while you took one more. You were both three shots in now. You could feel it. Your face felt hot and was definitely turning red. You also started to feel that familiar lightheadedness, but ignored it.

"Y/N, I don't think this is a good idea," Sammy warned, grabbing your arm to get your attention. You shook him off.

"I can handle my liquor. I'm fine Sammy."

"You don't have to prove anything to him. Or to anyone."

"I'm not. I'm proving to myself that I can have fun."

"You can have fun and not hurt yourself in the process."

"I'm fine. You're not my dad, so back off." You stood up. "I wanna dance." Before Sammy could stop you, you slipped away to the dance floor.