BARS. WHERE HUMANS GO AND GET drunk and wasted, where they live in paradise for only a night. Some people thinking that they experienced euphoria, only to wake up the next morning in pain. A place where sweat, loneliness, and pain come. Some people drink to forget, and some drink to remember.

That's where E found Kim Namjoon.

She was there looking for a client that she was supposed to help days ago, and she found him. The self-hate radiating off of him, as tattoos of his struggles were permanent on his skin. Filled with ink, blood, sweat, and sorrow. He had blond hair that gave him soft features on his face, but if you looked a little closer, you could see that he was drowning from something.

When E went to sit next to him, his greeting took him by surprise.

"Hey Satan. Called you last week." Namjoon whistled. E raised an eyebrow, and then looked a little closer at the man sitting next to her. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes glossy as well as puffy. He seemed to be crying.

"Yeah, sorry that I didn't answer. I was busy." She answered, tapping her blood red nails on the wooden table.

"Ehhh you're fine~ I'm so fine, you so fine~" E narrowed her eyes, finally taking in the boy in front of her. Blond hair, and brown eyes. Nothing new, he seemed average... But why did he seem not so average? There was some sort of aura to him that screamed danger but it was coming from his neck area. She looked closer and she saw a hickey.

What...the hell?

Another thing that E noticed was the tattoo on his forearm. She stared in horror at the bird, that was tattooed in all black. It seemed like it was trying to soar with wings filled with hope, but only to come back to the ground in pain.

Namjoon had that on his arm, but E had that on her back. Bigger, with more color.

"Where'd you get that?" E asked, touching the blond-haired's forearm, tracing the tattoo. The man shivered, and suddenly it seemed as if he wasn't in a daze anymore. His eyes weren't clouded, and a warm brown seemed to come back to life.

"Who are you?" He whispered back, yanking his arm from her touch. Her hand feel limply at her side. "Why are you here?" Deciding to steer this conversation into another direction, E decided to ask,

"What are you doing at a gay bar? It took forever to find you."

With a defeated sigh, he slumped into the table, his head resting on both of his arms.

"This guy I know... I was in a relationship with him. I loved him a lot, and he always did sweet things for me. But then after a few months into our relationship... he broke it off with me. I see why though. I am just me, after all." Namjoon's words struck something in E, and she pitied the boy. He was in a relationship that seemed content, and now, it was broken to pieces.

"Ah, why am I even telling you this? You're just so easy to talk to you." The blond-haired man turned to her, and gave her a dimpled smile.

Holy shit. Why is everyone I'm meeting today so beautiful?

"That's what I'm here for." She responded, shrugging her shoulders.

"Also, why are you looking for me?" Namjoon asked, propping his head up to lean on the palm of his hand.

"You're my client."

"What?"

"Client. You."

"I don't remember being anyone's client."

E sighed, massaging her forehead. She hated this whole memory wipe thing.

"Do you remember talking to a girl Aisha? You signed papers from her." E explained, trying to trigger back Namjoon's memories.

"Aisha? That pretty brunette that asked me to...oh. That's what those were?" Namjoon replies, baffled.

"What did you think those were?" E gives him a sympathetic look, before adding, "you know, with someone who has an IQ of 148, you sure don't catch on quickly."

Namjoon spluttered, stumbling over words. "Well, I-"

"Anyway." E cuts him off sharply, making the man swallow thickly and shut up. "Come with me." E stood up, slamming a 50 dollar bill on the counter. "Hopefully that covers everything."

Namjoon reluctantly stands up, swinging back and forth a bit.

"Do you need help or are you a big boy and can do it yourself?" E taunts a bit, smirking. Namjoon shakes his head as if trying to clear his head, before he stumbled forward. He starts to cry.

It seems like the shock has worn off.

Namjoon trips over his long legs, and falls into E's arms. E almost falls from the unexpected weight - that she wished that she could have expected - and holds a tired and sobbing blond-haired daddy long legs in her arms like a mother who actually cares about her baby.

Namjoon mumbled something, as E went to work on trying to get him on her back. Finally succeeding, she told the bartender to keep the change, but she did take the two quarters that were offered.

She walked outside, taking in a deep breath. Knowing how little she breathed back there, she was surprised that she didn't take more gulps.

She was confused with herself. Why doesn't she like parties anymore? She used to love them. The sensation of feeling free, like you could do anything, even if it was just for that one night that you were there.

Namjoon kept mumbling words.

"What are you saying Namjoon? Speak up, please." E huffed, adjusting her grip on his thighs so that Namjoon wouldn't fall off her.

"He left me... What did I do wrong... What didn't I do..? Is he maybe with another woman..? It's a shame I will still have to see him, I can't even get over him..." Namjoon muttered, and E turned to look at Namjoon's side profile, figuring out that he had a dazed expression on his face. E decided to question him.

Isn't a drunk persons thoughts the truth?

"Who did you used to be in a relationship with?" E asked, looking ahead to make sure she wouldn't trip on going to what she hoped was Namjoon's car.

Namjoon inhaled, and on the exhale, which E could barely hear, she heard two words,

"...Park Jimin...."

Oh shit.

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Ohohoho no going back nOW