I lazily opened my right eye to briefly check what is going on in my apartment.
I heard another clang clearly this time, probably from my kitchen. I gently get up trying to minimize any sound produced to not get the attention from the suspected thief.
Ouch! What the heck? Why is my head aching like this so much? Damn it.
Oh yeah, I think I have drank a lot more than what I can bear. Why did I even do that last night for my frail and low alcohol-tolerating body.
Wait. How did I get home? I can't remember how.
Every sip of the whiskey, I want to temporarily erase the memories of my nightmares yesterday, for them to drown on the wood-colored drink, for them to flow with the bitterness of the liquid and the saltiness of my tears, but I am disappointed because I can still see them in my eyes. And unfortunately, what I did last night was the one I've forgotten.
The door knob moves right before my eyes, and my heart is about to jump from my nervousness. Before I knew it, the door swifts open and a beautiful man was shown standing behind, blocking the doorway.
He smiles. I know it was directed to me. Grinning wide and teasingly, showing his pearly white teeth.
I knew it. That is why I can't even recall who this guy is but I can feel he is so familiar when I stared at his face.
It's him. It's the guy I was with before I got so drunk.
It's Jimin.
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Romantically Wasted
Fanfiction• A BTS Maknae Line Fanfiction• Is it possible to love a guy you just met? Will you still go back to that familiar love that hurts you? Or will it be someone you knew but you never look at as a man? °Please understand that this may contain cringey m...
