(Thanks so much for motivating me to keep writing, I have finally made it to 100 parts in this book!)

(Happy One-Shot Wednesday!)

Friday night is always fun, especially when you've got somebody to hangout with, but this time you're alone, not completely but still not in a group.

You sit at the bar watching as couples dance and people chill out and drink.

"Ugh, stupid kids, having fun and NOT getting dumped..." You mumble, taking another sip.

"Well then, SOMEONE woke up on the wrong side of the bed, what's wrong?"

Your friend Yoongi asks after drying a glass.

"Ugh, nothing's wrong, I'm just mad at myself for making poor choices..."

You keep stirring your drink slowly as he leans over the counter and looks at you.

You notice his eye contact and smile nervously at the platinum-haired boy.

"Well then, sounds like you've been through something serious, tell me everything."

He pulls up a bar stool and sits down across from you. "It doesn't matter, it's over now..."

You started to speak after taking another refreshing sip out of your straw.

"Not until you get it off of your chest it isn't, tell me while I'm all ears."

You licked your bottom lip as you thought of what you were supposed to say.

"Taeyong was so nice at first. but then he just sort of, snapped..." You sigh.

"Go on." He said while tucking his hands firmly between his legs.

"Well, it's been so long and I can still see it all happening..."

You trail off. He scoots closer, listening to your story.

"Taeyong and I were at home one night watching a movie and he got a text from Taeil, he asked if we wanted to come over for party."

Yoongi shakes his head, already knowing the end of this story.

You notice him and he tells you to keep going.

"So we agreed to go to the party and we left, on our way there, Taeyong asks me to ask Taeil if they have beer at the party or if we should have to pick some up, Taeil said he'd join in and buy us dinner."

He keeps listening, drinking his fruit water. "So the party was kinda fun at times, other times, not so much."

You start to finish your water and then hand him the glass.

"So why are you here if you DON'T want to drink your stress away?"

You blink twice and then look at Yoongi.

"Nobody said I DIDN'T want to..."

He rinses your glass out and slides it to you.

"What drink do you want?" He asks as the red party lights take over the room.

"I don't think drinking will help..." You say while pushing the glass away.

"Do you just want some juice then?" He asked, sounding wimpish.

"Yes please..." You sighed and the scrolled through your old photos of Taeyong as he fixed your juice.

"I hope you like apple juice." He slid the glass to you.

"I do, I just can't have too much." You take a small sip from the glass.

"Attagirl, now, do you wanna head with me to the dancefloor to watch people argue?"

He tilted his head and it complemented his round face shape.

"Sure, I got nothing better to do." He smiled his little gummy smile.

You laughed a little and followed him.

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