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This is suffocating, I swear to God.
The crowds were going very crazy with loud musics and alcohol drinks. To be honest, this wasn't my type of life, I came here just to find that guy but I had to spent 2 hours waiting in a crowded night club.
There were several drinks that were given to me by someone else but I refused, of course. Alcohol isn't my drink. I prefer hot chocolate and warm green tea latte.
Bruh.
Well, speaking of the drinks, here come the next free drink from stranger. "Still the same person," the barista winked at me. I rolled my eyes sarcastically, "For the hundred times I'm telling you I don't drink."
"But why?"
I was going to answer that before realizing it wasn't the barista's voice instead of someone else's behind me. I turned my back to see a man with his simple white shirt, ripped jeans, Timberland shoes, and that cocky smirk on his face.
He's the one I was looking for.
Park Jimin.
The man raised his glass, "Come on. My treat," he said. I shook my head quietly, "No, I'm not legal yet to drink that. Thank you for you-"
"Who cares?" He slurred his words, he's drunk obviously. "I'm owning this place, no one can actually tell other people what to do!" He laughed.
I stared at him without no expression, "Umm....Sir, you are drunk."
Tell me why did I wait for 2 hours 45 minutes just to see him drunk.
Jimin scoffed, "I'm not! Look...I have seven fingers on my left hand," his eyes widened, "SEVEN FINGERS?!" I sighed and shaking my head, "yup. And you're telling me you're not drunk."
He laughed. Thank God this place covered with loud background music so people couldn't hear how crazy he sounds like. I looked around to see the crowds already watching him. He literally became the center of attention, not because he's drunk or something.
Because he's Park Jimin.
"Okay, we just met seconds ago but...let me help you."
