Jimin's point of view

I drove on the street which was bustling with nightlife. It was the weekend, and I generally prefer to stay in my home after I come from the office. It was unlikely for me to go out at night, especially at midnight. I checked on the time when I left my house.

One might ask why was I doing this in the first place.

The rush of feelings I got when I thought of myself meeting Raemi for the first time after talking for months got the best of me. It made my heart beat with excitement and anticipation. It made me do things I don't do, it made me jolt up from my bed, get ready, and made me drive to the biggest club in Seoul.

I sighed and parked my car a few meters away from the club, not like there was a place for me to park my car anyway. I could feel the vibration of the music even when I was a few meters away from the club. The nightclub was surrounded by people, drunk and sober, from all four sides. I stepped out of my car and walked to the club, digesting my surroundings. As I said, the club was a hotspot of people, mostly young adults. Some were entering the club while some were leaving it. Bouncers were standing at the entrance of the club, checking the IDs of the people.

My face churned in disgust when I saw someone puking their guts out in the alley. I look away in ick. I questioned my life decisions again, again I asked why I was here and whether coming here was worth it. I got a positive answer because Raemi was worth it. Period.

"ID?" The bouncer asked me, his tone flat and uninterested. I gave him my ID and he looked at me from head to toe and then my ID. He gave me back my ID and opened the door for me.

As soon as he opened the door, I was greeted with loud music and its intense vibration along with the sharp smell of alcohol and sweat. Once again, I regretted my decision but at this point, I was too deep to step back.

I fished my phone in the pocket of my shorts and called Raemi, and to my utter despair, she didn't pick up. I tried again, and again, and again but each time it was the same outcome.

She wasn't picking up my phone.

Fuck me.

Now, how I was supposed to find her?

I looked around, with no hope— my eyes widened when I remembered something. Without wasting my time I walked past drunk dancing teenagers and made my way to the bar.

There was no point in searching for Raemi because, duh. She wasn't licking my phone and I haven't seen her. I don't know how she looks or what she is wearing or anything. All I know is her name is Kim Raemi, and she is mad drunk and needs my help. I clenched my jaw when I remembered her irresponsible friend.

I wasn't saying it was bad to go to a club, but if you're taking someone there, you're solely responsible for them when they get drunk. Not to go missing in action and fuck in the restroom while your friend was drunk. Oh, how fucking careless Raemi's friend was.

I swear the moment I see him, I'll punch him.

How could he leave her all alone on her own with nothing but his credit card? It would have been a good thing if he didn't give her his credit card, at least she wouldn't be this drunk. My bones shivered as I thought all the bad things could happen to her when she is all alone and drunk in this club.

I huffed, there was no good to blame her friend. I needed to find her asap and drop her off at her home safely, before anything bad happened to her. The question was, how will I find her even when I haven't seen her? The answer was simple. Look for a bartender named Kim Sungo. He was my only hope, and I pray to the lord he has kept an eye on her.

"Excuse me." One of the bartenders looked at me.

"Yes?" He asked. "Wait, would you like to drink?"

"Nothing. I need to drive back to my friend. Do you perhaps know where bartender Kim Sungo is? He called me from my friend's phone." He didn't say anything and pointed behind me. I turned around and saw a bartender frantically looking around.

Oh no.

My face fell when the bad feeling resided deep in my heart. I knew what was happening but I chose to look at the bright side.

"Excuse me?" My voice caught his attention in the loud music. "You call me, for—"

"Ms. Raemi." He completed my sentence. I nodded. "Where is she?"

"That's what I'm asking too." Oh shit. "She told me she was feeling thirsty and I went to grab a glass of water for her. Not even a minute later when I came back she disappeared." Fuck.

Every hope I had shattered. I could hear it break so vividly even with this loud ass music.

"Okay." I breathed.

"It's not okay, I hope you find her soon. She is hella drunk, I bet she passed out somewhere." I gulped as worry filled my entire body. Cases of men picking up passed out drunk women from clubs and bars to do whatever they want with them, without their consent, were infamous here.

"Yeah, I will." I was not leaving without her. "What is she wearing?" I couldn't ask him 'how she looked'. He might think I'm some creep and not the guy who was supposed to pick her up. "A loose hoodie and pants. Yeah, I think."  Very helpful. Not my sarcasm.

I thanked him anyway and walked away from him. Once again I tried to call her, with the hope that she might pick up my phone so I can find her. But again she didn't pick up, while I sighed in frustration and I put my phone in my pocket and started looking around in search of a girl who was wearing a hoodie and pants. Sure it wasn't easy but it was impossible. Most of the girls were in their party fit, and looking for someone with an opposite outfit was possible.

"Uff—" I stumbled back when someone bumped into me. I was about to snap at them when they put their hand on my shoulder.

"Bro I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I narrowed my eyes and looked at the man in front of me. I took a few moments to look at him because guys like him shouldn't be at clubs. They should be either in a gym or an art studio. He had long hair which was tied in a man bun, and a black t-shirt hung in his muscular body showing his tattooed arm. I eyed his grunge jeans and chunky boots which made him look taller than me.

My heart burned in envy, there was one time when I used to dress like this. I used to hit bars and clubs with leather jeans, heel boots, and my signature jacket.

Now I hit the club to pick up a drunk friend.

I sighed, this wasn't the right time to be sappy. I didn't mind the stranger in front of me and kept looking around.

"Are you looking for your friend too?" The stranger in front of me asked. I was surprised he didn't walk away from me.

"Yeah." I kept my reply short.

"Me too. I'm looking for my best friend. I went to the washroom and when I came back she was gone." I could hear worry in his voice.

Well at least someone was worried about their friend, unlike someone. (I meant Raemi's friend)

"I'm here because the friend she came with is an irresponsible cunt." I saw him shaking his head.

"That's bad. I hope she is okay."

"She is not. She is drunk."

"That's really bad. Thank god mine is not drunk. She doesn't drink. But now she is lost. I knew I shouldn't have brought her, this club has a bad reputation." I shouldn't care about a stranger but seeing how similar his condition to me was gave me some empathy towards him.

"Why did you bring her here in the first place?" I asked him.

"Her cunt landlord." Once worry filled voice was filled with anger. "That bitch is so ass to her, she always talks about how petty and bitchy he is to her. And I've noticed ever since she has changed places, she is always down and sad." He shook his head in disappointment. "I wanted to cheer her up, but guess I messed up." His tone saddened.

"It's okay." I put my hand on his shoulder after some hesitation. "You didn't mean it. It's okay, you'll find her. She's not drunk, remember, it's fine."

"Yeah but I've been trying to look for her since, like an hour." My eyes widened.

"Is she even here? Are you sure? What if she took a cab home? Did you try to call her?" I asked.

"My phone died a while back, I took the charger from the bartender and when I switched on my phone there were few calls from her. And now when I'm trying to call her she is not picking up. I don't know if she is even here or not." He sighed.

"It's okay, you'll find her." I tried to give him some hope.

"I hope I do." He sighed. " By the way, I'm Jungkook." He gave me a small smile.

"I'm Jimin." His eyebrows creased.

"Why do I feel like I have heard this name before?"

"It's quite a common name."

"Ah." He nodded. "It's nice meeting with you. Now I'll go and look—" Before he could complete the crowd around us hooted loudly. Cheers and screams filled in the room as the music subsided. Our attention went to where a sudden spotlight appeared, on the stage. My eyes widened, and sheer shock spread on my face when I saw who was standing under the spotlight.

Kim Raemi.

My paying guest Kim Raemi.

My jaw hung open when I saw her standing there in a small white t-shirt and pants. It was such a drastic change because it wasn't her usual style. In these few weeks I have only seen her big baggy clothes, t-shirt and hoodies which are too big for her and definitely not in a t-shirt which barely hid anything.

"Raemi?" Another voice spoke with me. My head snapped to my left when I saw it was Jungkook who called out her name along with me.

"You know my friend?" Wait what— did he say to his friend? My lips formed a tight line when the puzzle fit in place. Raemi as in my paying guest, Ms. Kim was Jungkook's friend, the friend he was looking for an hour. "How do you know her?" He asked with wide eyes.

"I'm her landlord." I deadpanned and crossed my hands.

"Damn what a small world— wait what!?" Shock and fear spread on his face as he looked at me. "Oh fuck look dude I didn't mean it please don't kick her—" his words were cut off when the DJ spoke in the mic.

"We don't do this, but our friend Kim Raemi here requested us to do this." We both looked at Raemi who was smiling from ear to ear. "Sadly, she has stage four Sam Sunhee Syndrome. I don't know what kind of disease it is but she said it's deadly with no cure."

Wait what the actual fuck.

The crowd around us made sad noises, or whatever the fuck it is called.

Is everyone around me dumb? Yes. Because there is nothing like stage four Sam Sunhee Syndrome.

"Since our friend here is a guest for a short time, she asked her to fulfill her last wish. To dance in front of the crowd."  The crowd cheered. "So please welcome Kim Raemi!" Everyone hooted around, hyping and began to change her name.

"Kim Raemi! Kim Raemi! Kim Raemi!" I shook my head, this was pure madness. People were stupid and so was Raemi.

"I didn't know my best friend had a fatal disease." Jungkook's words made me blink twice. Now I see why he and Raemi are best friends. I rolled my eyes and didn't even bother to tell him anything. It was best not to get involved with dumb people.

I better go find my Raemi.

I gave Ms. Kim one last look, and before I could look away my eyes widened in horror as I witnessed her dance. The crowd died down as she began to twerk— wait I don't think so this could be called twerk. Breakdancing your back while holding your knees isn't called twerking.

"Happy happy happy." She began to move like a fucking meme cat. "Happy Happy Happy!" She twirled while shaking her ass.
She huffed when she was done shaking her ass and began to do floss, which she failed miserably. Once she was done jumping like a monkey she began to do WAP dance but ended up looking like a fish who was taken out of water— she was fucking flapping.

That's it! I can't do this anymore.

I couldn't watch her like this even though it was none of my concern and even though she called me cunt in front of a friend. Even though I didn't like her I couldn't let her dance— no what she was doing was a fucking shame in the name of dance, flapping. I knew she was loving to flap right now but I was sure she will regret this later. I looked at Jungkook hoping he will save her friend from lifetime embarrassment but I understood it was useless when I saw him watching Raemi with wide eyes and phone in others recording the moment of shame.

Fuck. Now I have to do something.

So I did something Jungkook was supposed to do. By the time I made my way through the stunned crowd was done with her flapping. She stood there with a wide smile on her face as if she achieved something. I stumbled on my feet when the crowd suddenly cheered. They screamed and hooted Raemi's name and moved forward— my shocked eyes looked at the crowd when Raemi, out of nowhere, jumped from the stage. A horror gasp left my mouth, I expected her face to lamd flat on the floor but it surprise me when the crowd caught her— and began to crowd surf her.

"The next song is for Raemi! Make some noise for Raemi!" The DJ yelled and began to play WAP. I covered my mouth with my hand and watched her crowd surfing. I didn't do anything but let her enjoy her moment and the moment she was down, I approached. Before the crowd began the second round of crowd surfing I grabbed her hand and dragged her away from it.

"Oh— who the fuck—" her words halted when she looked at me, and smiled widely.

"Jimin— ou no wait, Mr. Park." She smiled. "Hi, hello. How are you? I'm fine thank you. I wish I were a bird." No wonder you were flapping on the stage.

I didn't say that, she was lost cause. I didn't ask her how she reached the stage nor did I ask her what the fuck she was doing on stage. All I needed to do was to make sure she is in hands— Jungkook. Where the fuck was that man. I spotted him easily in the crowd, looking around probably searching for his friend. I walked to him while holding Raemi's hands making sure she don't walk away.

"Oh my god Raemi!" He said as soon as he saw Raemi. "Why didn't you tell me you have fatal disease?" He was on the verge of crying.

"Shush!" She shushed him. "I lied." She giggled. I rolled my eyes, of course. "It's not fatal."

"What?" Jungkook blinked twice, making me frustrated. "And what happened to you? I thought you don't drink."

"I drink now." She giggled. "Because of my cunt la—"

"Look." I interrupted their moment. "Take her your home because there is no way she is coming back to my home when she is wasted." Jungkook gave me a sour look, I knew what he was thinking about me.

"Yeah. Let's go Raemi." He grabbed Raemi's back. "I hope you find your friend soon?" My eyes widened when Jungkook mentioned— I fucking forget about my Raemi.

"What friend? Do you think his nasty personality let him make any friends?" Raemi snorted, making me glare at her. If I wasn't in a hurry I would have talked back but right now I needed to look for my Raemi.

"Hush, do you want to be homeless—" Jungkook couldn't complete his sentence when his phone rang. He fished out his phone and I decided it was my cue to leave. My job for Ms. Kim was done, now my Raemi needed me.

"What!?" I turned around when I heard Jungkook leave. I saw his wide eyes, trying to process whatever he heard from the other side. "Oh lord, I— I'm coming. Just five minutes. I'll be there." He hung up the call and I couldn't help but feel concerned for him.

"What happened?" Raemi asked, slurring her words.

"Someone trespassed and stole a few paintings from my art gallery." My eyes widened when I heard that. Oh shoot, I didn't know anything about art and art galleries. I stopped keeping updates on that a long time ago but all I knew was Jungkook standing there just had lost of millions wons.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here then? Go! To the gallery!" Raemi yelled.

"Yeah, first let's go my home. I'll drop you there."

"But that's— that's literally an hour away from your gallery."

"It's fine. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and she didn't bugle.

"No, you go. I… I'll sleep on the footpath." He stopped and looked at it for a few moments. Probably trying to find but the poor man couldn't. I could see he was on the verge of a panic attack, he was no longer in the mood he was before, of course, no man will be after knowing there was a robbery at his art gallery.

"You go Jungkook." I interjected in their conversation. Both of them look at me. "I'll take her to my home, just this time. You please go, the sooner you reach there the better it will be." Jungkook looked between me and Raemi.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." I looked at Raemi, and again wonder why I was doing such a huge favor for my paying guest who bitch about me on my back to her friend, and the friend who called me cunt in my face. "I will." Either way, I'm a bad man who is in immense need of good karma, and what's better than helping a stranger and a drunk girl in need?

"What about your friend?" I sighed and looked at Raemi— who was laughing loudly on her own while muttering something while looking at me.

"I think Raemi here needs more help than my friend." I'm sorry Raemi, I hope Kookie picked up your call. Otherwise, I'm coming to find you again.

"Thank you so much." He thanked me, desperation dripping in my voice. "Call me when you reach home, after you charge your phone." He said to Raemi.

"Charge my phone?" She giggled. "My phone is fully charged. I just switched off because I wanted to create chaos." She giggled again and turned on her phone. Jungkook looked at her and then at me, I have him a small nod and after he sprinted away leaving me all alone with Raemi.

I looked at Raemi who was looking at me… very weirdly.

"We'll, it's just you and me." She grinned while raisng my hand, which she was holding in iron tight grip.

Save me.

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A/N

The dancing scene, I narrated the specific scene to my sister and we both had tears in our eyes. I have never ever written something this funny oh my god.

Believe me there is more to cum

Raemi is so chaotic crackhead 😭😭

Poor Jimin and Poor Jungkook.

My Raemi>>> but again won but at what point? At the end it was roomer Raemi who won 😭

I hope you understand which Raemi Jimin is talking about. He's constantly switch between 2 Raemi, I hole you understand which one he is talking about

Lmao what an amazing first meeting 😈 lmao I didn't lie tho, they did meet.

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