Your POV

Alcohol is not the solution to anything, but it sure as hell is effective to help cutting off emotions. And that's exactly what I need. An emotional and mental pain killer.

"One sex on the beach!" A loud voice near me yelled and a bartender nodded, replying with a 'on the way'.

It was late night and once again I was sitting on one of the bar stools at the bar of the club I'd become a regular at. I observed the bartenders mixing drinks while sipping my own.

It had become a regular thing for me to be sat there on a Friday evening all by myself, drinking the same drink as always, knowing it was the one that would affect me the quickest.

This day the drinks seemed to work faster than normally did—that being I ate less for dinner or the bartenders knew I would always like it stronger, I didn't know. No matter the reason, I was grateful for it.

I had only been there by 30 minutes when I felt my eyelids growing heavier as sounds around me grew louder and my vision more blurry.

I loved this feeling.

The feeling of not thinking a simple thought, the feeling of my body relaxing completely and caring less. The feeling of letting yourself go.

It was addicting. It was something I could grow accustomed to—or more like, already had grown accustomed to. I often found myself wishing that I would feel like this all the time. I loved feeling of alcohol running through me, burning my throat and making my head feel lighter. I loved the intoxicated feeling that devoured me as I felt everything and nothing at once. I loved being drunk.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" A manly voice spoke.

I zoned back in and switched my attention from the liquid in my glass to the guy besides me.

My surroundings were spinning slightly, but when my eyes landed on his, everything seemed to stand still. His hair was almost pitch black, but when the light from the dance floor touched it for only a second, I could sense a deep brown tone. His eyes were dark, but shone with a charm that made me look at them for a little longer. His lips were plumb and light pink, I'd call them feminine but on his face they matched perfectly. His wide cheekbones and defined jawline made him masculine to look at.

"Hm?" He hummed, catching me starring and shooting me a smile. The smile almost made his eyes disappear, it was attractive. "Like what you see?"

I shook my head, waking myself from admiring the man in front of me. I huffed and turned around on my chair, facing the bartenders again.

"Hey, it's okay, I know I'm hot." He chuckled, also turning to look at the bartenders.

He ordered a drink. It annoyed me. I waited for him to talk to me again, as he just said quietly besides me waiting for his drink. I felt his gaze on me for a while, which I tried to ignore, but it was hard with all my senses heightened by the liquor and I felt my cheeks turn red.

I finally let go of my glass which my hands had tightened around and turned to the man besides me, "If you want to fuck someone, then kindly leave and find someone else."

Some would say I was overreacting. Maybe he just wanted a drink? No. He did not just want a drink.

As said, I came regularly to this club. It was a club, that in itself should say it all. At least once every time I came to drink and forget, some guy sat down next to me, trying to persuade me to go home with him.

I wasn't stupid.

Our eyes met and he cocked his head slightly, letting out a chuckle, "Someone's had a bad day?"

His arrogance left me even more annoyed, but I found the power within me to label him as insignificant as I simply rolled my eyes and turned away from him again.

However, the guy didn't get the message and instead stayed facing me. He leant forward on his chair slightly, running a hand through his hair, "Anyway, what are you doing here if you don't want sex?" He questioned.

All guys are the same

"Can you please just leave?" I sighed, grabbing my glass of poison again and downed it all.

"Relax, I was joking." He laughed, but moved back on his chair, keeping his distance.

However the distance didn't satisfy me—still too close. I didn't come here to flirt. I came here to forget about my life just for a few hours of many suffocating ones.

"One vodka cranberry for you." A bartender announced, sliding a glass towards the guy beside me.

"Thank you my guy." He responded taking the glass and bringing it to his mouth.

The mention of the drink drew my attention back to the annoyingly attractive man beside me that just wouldn't seem to leave.

"Vodka cranberry?" I asked with a low voice, not very confident with approaching him by my own choice. It would probably go to his head and make him think I'm interested.

"Yeah, with extra extra vodka." He boasted after letting the glass back on the counter from taking a sip.

"No way! I always get that!" I exclaimed a little too enthusiastic.

I remembered when I used to go to clubs with my friends they always ordered exotic drinks with fancy names and whenever someone came up to me, trying to smalltalk and asked what I was drinking, they always replied the same—boring.

But I loved vodka cranberry, and with the extra vodka it was perfect for accomplishing my goal of getting drunk fast each and every time.

"You do?" He asked, not as enthusiastic, but with a smile plastered on his face as I finally seemed to want to talk, "Can I get another one of these," He called for a bartender, pointing to his drink and pointing to me just after, "for her."

I felt my shoulders relax and my eyes locked on the back of his head as he ordered the drink. I felt lightheaded by the alcohol rushing through my blood, but my eyes stayed focus on the deep brown or black hair in front of me, until he turned around.

Our eyes met, but I couldn't seem to come to my senses and look away to not make it obvious that I was starring. He raised his one eyebrow, a smirk slowly creeping up on his face. I snapped out of it then and turned my whole body to face him, "I'm good thanks, I can pay for myself-"

"It's fine, I'll pay. I won't get that many tonight." He said, smiling a close mouthed smile, one which made my heart flutter slightly.

I looked away, not able to look into his captivating eyes for any longer. I lifted my hands to feel my cheeks. They were burning and I moved my one hand to feel my forehead.

The guy beside me chuckled and I quickly stopped feeling my hotness, remembering he was still there.

"I'm Jimin by the way." He introduced.

"Jimin?" I hesitantly spoke.

"Yes, Park Jimin."

"Here's your drink miss." The bartender handed me my drink. I took it and immediately clenched my hands around it.

Why am I feeling nervous?

"And you are?"

"Ha Y/n."

"Ha Y/n..." He repeated, feeling the words in his mouth, "I like that."

"I didn't ask you to, but thanks." I said, quickly glancing at him before looking back at my drink, "I like yours too."

A brief silence came over us, though the place blasted with music so a silence was impossible. I put the glass to my lips, sipping my drink.

"So Ha Y/n," The mention of my full name once again, made me look at him immediately.

Our eyes met as so many times already, and once again I felt as if I got lost.

His lips were moving, but I couldn't focus on his words as his beautiful eyes devoured me just as the alcohol and I felt even more lightheaded.

He wore a white dress shirt, the first few buttons of which was unbuttoned, leaving some of his chest exposed. Around his neck was a silver necklace, one who laid so beautifully over his collarbones.

I didn't know whether it was his aura or the alcohol, but something about him attracted me in a way I wouldn't have expected when I entered this bar.

I came her regularly. I always came to drink and drink only. I didn't come to flirt, kiss or have sex with anybody. I came with only the intention of forgetting everything. So why did I not try harder to get him to leave?

There's been multiple men who approached me when all I wanted to do was be alone with my drink, but most of them left again after I said I wouldn't fuck them. This guy, Jimin, stayed despite that, and despite my very unwelcoming and impolite behavior. It made me feel a bit regretful that that was going to be his first impression of me.

"Hello?" Jimin spoke, cocking his head to search my eyes that had wandered their way down to the hem of his shirt tucked in his pants and a belt keeping them up.

When I looked up, I noticed the smirk that was plastered on his face and I didn't waste time but stood up, grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

When our lips met, it felt like a relief and my shoulders relaxed once again while my body grew even hotter. I could feel the kiss had took him aback as it took a few seconds for him to respond to the kiss. As soon as he responded to the kiss, his hands made their way to my back. One of his hands ran up to my neck, gripping around it and pulling me closer into the kiss. The other caressed my back, running down but stopping just above my ass. I moved my hand to his arm and pushed it down, assuring him he was allowed to touch me.

I felt him smile into the kiss as he groped my ass, earning a small moan from me. I ran my hand up his arm, tightening my grip around his shoulder when he bit my lip, making my lips part and entered my mouth completely.

He stood up from the chair, making me tilt my head backwards still to remain kissing as he towered above my height. I felt even more lightheaded now and in a different way than what the alcohol made me feel. I stumbled backwards slightly losing my balance as my body felt utterly weak. Jimin noticed instantly and pulled away from the kiss, placing his hands on my hips, keeping me steady.

He looked at me with such eyes that would make me faint if I was in a movie. I felt the heat in my cheeks and all over my face and quickly looked away, embarrassed by the way we just kissed.

I just met him. I never kissed people like this here, especially not when I came alone. Did I get too drunk?

"Relax, it's a club. Everyone here makes out. We didn't even get to the freaky part." Jimin spoke, noticing my eyes running over the crowd of people.

I slapped Jimin on the chest, taking a step back and his hands left my body, leaving me already yearning them back, "I know, I'm not new here!" I defended myself, not wanting to admit to the fact I was a bit embarrassed.

"I see... why don't you tell my about that?" Jimin sat back down on the bar stool behind him and I copied his move, but less nonchalantly.