The club was packed, lights flashing in sync with the bass pounding through the speakers. Taehyung leaned against the bar, downing a glass of soda, eyes scanning the dance floor. Erin and Hwan were celebrating their third anniversary, looking all loved up and happy, while he just felt... off.

He was dressed sharp-black leather jacket, fitted jeans, rings glinting under the dim light. Yeah, he looked good, no doubt about that. He could feel eyes on him as people passed by, but honestly, all he could think about was JK. His phone burned in his pocket, like it was begging him to text.

Stop it, he thought. You're here to forget about him, remember?

But it wasn't working. The past week had been brutal, his feelings for JK were just getting more intense. Stupid boyfriend, he thought bitterly, his heart twisting every time he remembered the "boyfriend" JK mentioned. It held him back, like a leash yanking him away every time he thought about crossing the line.

He pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and stared at his messages with JK. Dry. So dry. He'd been giving JK the most boring, flat replies all week.

Why do I even bother? he thought, tossing his phone on the counter. He's happy. He's got someone. What am I doing?

Taehyung sighed, glancing at the dance floor where Erin and Hwan were wrapped up in each other, all smiles. The perfect couple. It's what everyone wanted, right? To have that easy, uncomplicated love. The kind that just... worked.

But it's not like that with JK, Taehyung's thoughts nagged at him.
I barely know him, and yet... every time he texts, my heart jumps. Every time he talks about his boyfriend, I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

He shook his head, trying to brush off the thoughts. Maybe if he could just get drunk enough, he wouldn't care.

"Yo, Tae!" Hwan's voice cut through his thoughts. Taehyung looked up to see his friend handing him a drink with a grin. "What's up with the soda, man? It's a party!"

Taehyung forced a smile. "I told you, man. If I drink, the airline's gonna make me do breathalyzers every damn day. Not risking my license."

Hwan pouted. "Come on, it's one drink! It's Sunday! You're off tomorrow. You'll be fine."

Taehyung hesitated, his mind spinning. What's one drink gonna do? I'm already miserable... maybe it'll help. Maybe it'll shut up these stupid thoughts.

He sighed, giving in. "Fine. One drink. But that's it."

Hwan's eyes lit up, and before Taehyung knew it, a drink was in his hand. He stared at it for a second before tipping it back, letting the burn slide down his throat. It didn't feel good exactly, but it was something. It was a distraction, at least for a minute.

Maybe this'll help. Maybe I'll stop thinking about him for once.

But of course, that didn't happen. The second he put the glass down, his mind drifted right back to JK. Back to that stupid dry conversation they'd been having all week.

God, I'm such an idiot, he thought, biting his lip. Why am I so stuck on this guy? He's probably with his boyfriend right now, having a great time, and here I am... obsessed. Like a fool.

Another drink appeared in front of him, courtesy of Hwan, and without thinking, Taehyung grabbed it. Maybe if he drowned himself in enough alcohol, he could finally stop overanalyzing everything, stop caring so damn much about a guy who was already taken.

But the more he drank, the worse it got. Every sip just made JK's face clearer in his mind. He saw the way JK laughed in his texts, how he always threw in those random jokes that made Taehyung smile, even when he didn't want to. How he felt this ridiculous pull towards him, even though he'd never seen JK in person.

And the worst part? The more Taehyung thought about it, the angrier he got with himself. What am I doing? Sitting here like some love-sick teenager, pining after someone who's not even mine. He's with someone. He's happy. And I'm... I'm just here, stuck.

"Hey, Tae, you good?" Erin's voice snapped him back to reality. She was standing next to him now, her eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, I'm good," he lied, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Just... in my head, I guess."

"You sure?" Erin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

Taehyung nodded, even though he felt like he was spiraling. "Yeah. I just need... another drink."

Erin looked at him for a moment before nodding slowly, then walking off to join Hwan again. Taehyung downed his drink and grabbed another.

Why can't I just let this go? he thought, feeling the alcohol hit him harder. Why can't I just be normal?

He grabbed his phone again, unlocking it to see another message from JK. Just a simple "Hope you're doing good" text. It should've made him smile. It should've been enough. But instead, it made him feel like absolute crap.

"Yeah, I'm doing great," he Said sarcastically, staring at the words. "Totally fine over here, while you're off with your boyfriend."

He typed out a quick reply-something dry, something simple—but it felt wrong. And within a span he deleted it.

Taehyung wanted to say more. He wanted to tell JK everything that was eating him up inside. But what was the point? JK had someone, and Taehyung was just the friend. The guy who listened. The guy who would always be on the outside.

"Come on, Tae! Get out of your head!" Hwan appeared again, pulling him towards the dance floor. Taehyung stumbled a little but followed, letting the alcohol push him into the crowd.

The music was loud, the lights blinding, and Taehyung tried to lose himself in it. He moved with the beat, let his body take over, but no matter how hard he danced, his mind kept drifting back to JK.

What does he even see in that guy? Taehyung thought bitterly.

"Why does it have to be him and not me?"

Another drink was shoved into his hand, and Taehyung didn't hesitate to down it. Maybe if he drank enough, his feelings for JK would just disappear. Maybe he'd finally stop caring.

But the truth was, no matter how much he drank, no matter how hard he danced, JK was still there. Always there. And no amount of alcohol was going to change that.

Taehyung was completely out of it, swaying as he sheepishly grabbed another drink. He was too far gone to think straight, let alone walk without stumbling. The room spun around him, but all that was stuck in his mind was JK. Stupid JK.

"Why... why do I keep... thinking about him?" he mumbled to himself, taking another swig before stumbling right into someone.

"Oh! I... I'm sorry!" he slurred, laughing as he wiped the drink off his shirt. "Didn't mean to... yeah."

The person just waved him off, but Taehyung was already digging his phone out of his pocket, eyes barely focused on the screen. "I gotta text him..."

He fumbled, fingers missing keys left and right, but eventually managed to send:

[@Vantae30_u]
Hey U JK, I HaTe yOu!

He giggled to himself, swaying again.

YEs u...
fOr maKInG mE
lOvE ur dAmn self.

Satisfied—or just drunk beyond belief—he stared at the message for a second before stumbling away, phone still in hand.

"Yeah... that'll show him," he muttered.

Taehyung was a mess, barely holding onto his drink as he swayed, phone in hand. His fingers fumbled across the screen, tapping at random.

He squinted at the screen, then typed more, laughing to himself.

[@Vantae30_u]
WHY U got A boyfrnd huh??
U thinK i CaRE??
I DONt... BUT i Do!!!

I'm SO dOne wIth u!!

he typed again, laughing like it was the funniest thing ever.

yA... dOnE!!!

Next moment, Taehyung's fingers were a mess, phone slipping through his tears and booze. His face was wet with sobs, but he kept typing, raw and messy.

[@Vantae30_u]
YEs, I haTe yOu fOr...
fOr making ME feel...
like this...
like iT's all my fauLT!!

The words tumbled out, raw and painful.

[@Vantae30_u]
i'vE been...

actinG tough foR 4 MONTHS...
but yOu... yOu don't knoW...
hOw hard it is...
feElinG like... iT's all jusT...
iT's all a joke.

His emotions poured out in the erratic typing, punctuation and capitalization completely out of control.

[@Vantae30_u]
YEAH... a jOKE!
THaT's wHat i Am...
just... a joke tO YOU!

He choked on his tears, hitting send.

[@Vantae30_u]
iT's ALL...
SO HARD. i cAN't eVen...
dO aNYTHING wIthout...
thiNking aBOUt yOu...
AND yOUr bOyfrIeND.

He sobbed into his hands, the phone slipping from his grip.

[@Vantae30_u]
i tRy so HARD...
anD iT's aLL
fOr nOTHING!!!-

Taehyung was crying openly now, barely able to see through the haze of tears and alcohol. The truth he'd been hiding was out there, raw and unfiltered, and he couldn't take it back.

The poor sobbing male barely made it out of the party, stumbling over his own feet. He wiped at his face, but the tears wouldn't stop. Phone in hand, he texted Erin.

Taehyung:- "Yo... I'm out, going home."

No reply. He didn't care. He was too deep in his own mess, talking to himself, voice shaky and broken.

"Man... I got everything, don't I? Handsome as hell, money, got that muscular body... even a juicy ass, and also a thick cock down—" He laughed bitterly, rubbing his eyes. "But what good's any of it if I can't have him?"

His tears were spilling over, voice cracking.

"JK's out there with his boyfriend, probably living it up, while I'm here... wanting him so bad I can't even breathe."

He clenched his jaw, pacing, still talking to himself, like he could fix it by saying it out loud.

"I'm rich, I'm hot, I'm everything-what's missing? Oh right...him. Bet his boyfriend don't even appreciate what he's got. He's got what I want...everything I want."

Taehyung's heart clenched, jealousy eating him alive.

"Damn it... what's so wrong with me, huh? Why can't I just have him? Why's it gotta be like this?"

He wiped his tears again, but they kept coming.

"I'm a joke... all this, and I still can't have the one thing I really want."

The words kept playing in his head, mocking him.

Reaching his front door, he fumbled with the key, swearing under his breath. "Of course... even the damn door doesn't want me." He leaned his head against the wood, the weight of everything crushing him.

He finally got inside, throwing his jacket somewhere, not even caring where it landed. "Why’s it like this? Everyone else... Erin's got Hwan, Jk's got his damn boyfriend... and me?" He laughed bitterly. "I got nothing."

He tripped over his own feet, collapsing on the floor. The phone slipped out of his hand, buzzing with some random notification.

"Yeah, rub it in why don't you." He picked it up, staring at Jk's name on the screen. "You... you did this. Why'd you have to make me want you?"

Taehyung's fingers trembled as he typed, not even thinking, just letting it out.

[@Vantae30_u]
You win, JK...
yoU win.
I cAn't EvEn haTe you RigHt.

He stared at the message for a second, then hit send. Tears started falling again, the dam completely broken now. "Why's he gotta be with someone else? What’s he got that I don’t? Bet he doesn't even know how lucky he is."

He didn’t want to check if Jk replied, didn’t want to see nothing on the other end. He just sat there, knees pulled up to his chest, whispering to himself, "I just wanted you, that's all... but I guess even that's too much." Tears kept pouring down his face as he sat there, lost in his own pain.

Jeongguk fumbled for his phone, and there it was—V’s name flashing on the screen. He swiped up, his heart racing, and...

"what the hell?"

[@Vantae30_u]
Hey U Jk,
I HaTe yOu! YEs u,
....fOr maKInG mE
lOvE your dAmn self

Jeongguk blinked. What? He read it again, slower this time.

[@Vantae30_u]
WHY U got A boyfrnd huh??
U thinK i CaRE??
I DONt... BUT i Do!!!

I'm SO dOne wIth u!!

Jeongguk’s chest tightened. What was V even saying? His eyes widened as he kept reading.

He eventually bit his lip, his fingers gripping his phone so hard they turned white. Done? Was V really done? No way. There was no way this was real. But V kept going. At this point, this raven head knew his online crush is actually drunk, very drunk.

[@Vantae30_u]
YEs, I haTe yOu fOr...
fOr making ME feel...
like this...
like iT's all my fauLT!!

i'vE been...
actinG tough foR 4 MONTHS...
but yOu... yOu don't knoW...
hOw hard it is...
feElinG like... iT's all jusT...
iT's all a joke.

Jeongguk stopped in his tracks. Four months? V had been feeling this way for four months? He felt his stomach drop. He didn’t even know V was struggling like this. His heart started pounding in his chest, and he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Shit," Jeongguk muttered under his breath. He didn’t know what to feel—anger? Guilt? Sadness? V was pouring his heart out, and Jeongguk had no idea. Not really. He had been so wrapped up in his own head, in his own mess with Shezam, that he didn’t see this coming.

Another message popped up, and Jeongguk flinched as his phone buzzed.

[@Vantae30_u]
YEAH...
a jOKE!
THaT's wHat i Am...
just... a joke tO YOU!

Joke? Jeongguk felt a surge of anger rise in his chest. Was that what V thought? That he didn’t take him seriously? He stared down at the text, his mind racing.

[@Vantae30_u]
iT's ALL... SO HARD.
i cAN't eVen...
dO aNYTHING wIthout...
thiNking aBOUt yOu...
AND yOUr bOyfrIeND.

There it was again. The boyfriend thing. Jeongguk gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling up inside him. Why did this always have to come back to Shezam? Didn’t V know how complicated it all was? Didn’t he see that Jeongguk was stuck in his own mess too?

The next message hit him like a brick.

[@Vantae30_u]
i tRy so HARD...
anD iT's aLL fOr
nOTHING.

Jeongguk stopped walking, standing still in the middle of the street. Nothing? Did V really feel like it was all for nothing? After everything they’d been through? Jeongguk exhaled slowly, trying to process everything at once. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, itching to type something back, anything to stop this spiral.

But what could he even say? His brain felt like it was on fire. He looked up at the sky, the weight of everything crashing down on him. V was hurting, and Jeongguk hadn’t even seen it coming.

(a/n:- my man looks so cute while drunk right? Yoo bitches someone's comimg, and you better be ready for it!)