"Stop drinking already," he told her, only making her feel irritated.

She slammed her glass shot on the table and glared at him with her half-opened eyes.

"Hajoon... Why must you do this to me? Why, why, why?!" Eunhee was totally drunk, she was now gripping the bottle of soju in her hand and gulping the contents down to the very last sip.

The confused man could only stare at her blankly. Who's Hajoon? Why is she drinking alone? His mind was filled with wonders, but he chose not to interfere the issues of someone whom he wasn't even familiar with, but he recognised her. She was that petty lady whom he unintentionally spilled coffee on. The lady who insisted him to pay for her ruined blouse (which he was stubborn enough to not agree to it), resultantly causing him to receive an unexpected blow with her fist, and he was left with an evident bruise on the face.

Fate brought them together to meet again.

And there he was, staring at the lady who was extremely intoxicated with alcohol, her lids sagging, her eyes turning pink and so were her cheeks.

"I really... love you," She said, before her eyes swivelled to the back of her head and closed shut as she passed out, her head thrown onto the table.

He flinched in shock when her head hit the table with a loud thud. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. Almost instantly, he turned away, scurrying off and pretending like he didn't see her. He didn't want to be responsible for her well-being, he didn't have to care. Besides, he thought she deserved to be left alone in that state for what she had done to him that morning.

But although he tried to ignore the uneasiness he was feeling, he couldn't help but feel a slight worry for her. Conflicted, he returned to her, gently pulling her up by her arms then held her by the waist, before dragging her out of the bar.

***

{eunhee}

I opened my eyes to the dimly lit room and shut them back close instantly, hissing when I felt the aching in my head. The harsh scent of drink can be smelt of my person and my throat was sore from all the alcohol I poured down my throat last night. I didn't even think of getting up from bed, so I pulled the covers over before returning to sleep.

Wait, where am I?

In one click, my eyes flung open, and although it felt like there were tons of bricks sitting on top of me, I managed to sit up and scan my eyes across the room I was in. Not a corner of it was familiar, the bed I was lying on was rigid and wasn't as comfy as usual.

"Gosh you're finally awake, I've been waiting forever," a voice said and I turned to look at him.

My vision was a blur for a moment, until my eyes finally got to focus and when I recognised who he was, I could only stare at him open mouthed. That ill-mannered bastard.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?!" Bad question, but it left my lips before I could even think through my messed up mind.

"Good morning dipsomaniac," he greeted me as he leaned against the door frame whilst swirling the whiskey in a glass he was holding.

"Says the one who has whiskey for breakfast," I hissed before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and combed my hair back to look less messy than I already was.

"How about you thank me before leaving my apartment, that'll make you appear less of a bitch," He said, raising the glass of whiskey to his lips before taking a sip.

Annoyed by his presence, I just wanted to leave quickly and be in the comforts of my own bed. I got up on my two feet and squeezed my way out of the room despite him standing in my way, but a thought stopped me in my tracks. I turned, looking at him.

"Wait," I spoke up softly, "You brought me out of the bar?"

He threw his head back and chuckled sarcastically. "If you weren't looking awfully messy, I wouldn't have. But you were, and you're still looking very unsightly."

I rolled my eyes at his jeering. "Whatever, and is that a bruise on your face?"

"What do you think?" He put his glass away and folded his arms, walking towards me. "I would've sued you for this," he pointed to the bruise that had turned its colour to purplish-black.

I quirked an eyebrow, "Why didn't you?"

He slipped his hands into the pockets of his sweat pants. "Well, if I don't have to pay for your blouse... I won't report it," he said whilst smirking down at me.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," I turned and walked towards the front door.

"Who's Hajoon?" He suddenly asked, and my heart dropped. I stood frozen, convincing myself that I was just hearing things but when I twisted my head to look at him, he looked like he was anticipating for an answer.

I shifted uncomfortably on my spot, tearing away my gaze from his, "You don't have to know."

"I'm just curious," he said, "What a waste to end this meeting here, let's talk or something."

"I don't wish to hang out with you any longer," I spat, setting my foot out of the apartment.

"Well, I'll keep your phone with me then," He threatened and I looked at the phone he dug out from his pocket.

"Piece of shit," I cursed, darting towards him to snatch my phone back.

He laughed, grabbing his own phone from his other pocket. "You may leave," he said, throwing himself onto the couch as he turned the television on.

What an unfortunate meeting.

Not wasting any more second, I walked out of the apartment and slipped into my worn out shoes before making my way down the apartment building. Just when I reached the lift lobby on the ground floor, my phone rang.

An unfamiliar number popped up on my screen but I simply answered the call. "Hello?"

"You should've put a passcode for your phone," the voice on the other end of the line said, and I could recognise his voice almost immediately.

I sighed, wanting to go back up to his apartment to break his face completely but it'll take too much of effort. "You didn't mess with my phone, did you?" I spoke as calmly as I could because my head was pounding violently.

"Well, you can hit me up the next time you plan to drink, it isn't fun drinking alone," he said and I could sense the smug in his voice.

I ended the call, not wanting to entertain anymore of his absolute nonsense and only left the building before taking a cab home.

***

The day got unproductive. All I did was rest in bed to recover from my hangover but there's a part of me feeling restless. I tossed and turned the whole time, until I caught sight of a box in the corner of my room, one that Hajoon returned yesterday.

I lifted the box and moved it onto my bed, before rummaging through the contents of it. Polaroids, bracelets and little things that used to symbolise our love for each other were now meaningless and worth nothing.

And as usual, I teared up at the thought of him. The endless waves of grief never failed to send me to a gruelling distress. All I wanted him to do was show me some sign of caring, love and affection, but he had already left for his own good. Even though I tried ways to distract myself from thinking of him, though I'd sleep with some other random guy any other night just so that I could escape all the suffering, I would only wake up to an empty bed the next morning, the loneliness would then remind me of him and only him.

Shedding tears for Hajoon only made me hungrier, so I dried my tears away, convincing myself  for the thousandth time that I'll get over him.

Slipping into a random hoodie I got from the closet, I grabbed my keys and wallet and dumped the meaningless box back to its original spot, before I left the apartment to fill my empty stomach.

Upon reaching the convenience store, I went to the ramyun section to grab myself a cup noodle, but someone else was already reaching for it. I looked up, only to look at the face I never wanted to lay my eyes on.

"You're like, everywhere," I reached for another cup noodle, turning my back on him.

"Ah, it's you, the grumpy lady," he said as I walked away.

I groaned, why do I always bump into him?

"Hey, let's have dinner together," he shamelessly suggested, following after me.

I didn't think I would, but I did. I was too tired to even mind. So we sat outside the convenience store where there were benches and settled down to eat.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

"Eunhee," I spoke, not realising I just introduced myself to a stranger I disliked.

"I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung," he said, slurping his cup of noodles.

"So, we're like friends now or what?" I snickered.

A smile tugged at his lips, "Maybe if you stop being ugly, I'd be your friend."

He earned himself a step on the foot from me, and he yelped in pain. "Ow! Will you stop being violent?" He scolded.

"When will you stop being annoying?" I retorted.

The whole conversation was a blur, I didn't think he'd be friendly. We exchanged a few words and ended up talking smoothly.

Until he brought up about Hajoon.

Again, he asked who Hajoon was, and that was the last thing I would ever choose to talk about. I took a last mouthful of ramyun and funnelled all my strength to my feet to get up and walk away from him, tossing the empty cup noodle into the trash bin. I kept my mouth shut and didn't look back as I stomped off, because I hadn't been having a great day, and I didn't want to hurt him with my blatant words.

"Why are you so mad at everything," he asked, jogging after me before he stood right infront, blocking my path.

"I'm a misanthrope," I said, "So will you leave me alone?"

"Woah, other than a dipsomaniac, you're a misanthrophist," he said, raising my anger. I was too frustrated at him I didn't exactly know how to respond. No, I wasn't exactly mad at him, but because he made me remember about Hajoon, I was now put into a bad mood.

I could only stare up at him, my eyes got watery without me realising.

He paused, looking at me intently. "Having a bad day, aren't you?"

"Yes, because of you," I responded harshly, gnawing down on my bottom lip to stop myself from bursting into tears.

"Well, I can take you somewhere," he said, confusing me, "... That's if, you want to come along."

He turned away, walking before me and I simply sighed, not knowing how to react to him. He had been annoying me all day long, but I needed a someone to keep me accompanied. I needed to escape to a somewhere, even for a moment, I just needed to be away from all the thoughts that endlessly leave me crying.

And that someone just had to be him.

So I did follow after him, and he had led me to his worn out pick-up truck. "Where are we going?" I stood, looking at him enter the vehicle.

He wind down the window, "Shut up and get in."

Thoughtlessly, I simply got on the truck, not bothered even if he was about to bring me somewhere to murder me.