Daehyun's face was punched suddenly by a force of someone else. My slow reflexes just stayed there as I saw his face got pushed towards the bar table. My eyes felt like closing up and my body just wanted to relax back but they stayed put together to see what was happening. Daehyun gazed over darkly to me and then to the new person's presence with a completely different attitude and appearance. He let out a low growl in his throat and punched to table he got up from.

My hand was then took suddenly by the other with a fierce grip around my wrist, making me trip over my seat as they pulled me away. I turned around in without a warning and my body flopped in the direction off the mysterious person. My head hit their chest roughly and I looked up slowly, leading my eyes up first before my full face.

"Wha.. Jimin?" My words stuttered at the sudden welcome I wasn't expecting. He looked down at me for a second before letting go and punching Daehyun in the face once again. I watched as the boy with red highlights got back up and rolled his head around with a sly smirk pulled up on his cheeks.

"That was fun as it lasted, wasn't it Y/n." He looked at me intently as I wobbled on my feet still in confusion. He chuckled deeply at my vulnerability from alcohol. "I guess the waitress forgot to water your drink down." An eyebrow raised upon his face and watched amused. Jimin turned around to me and I closed my mouth from speaking.

It wasn't meant to be him. This plan was just for Minjun and I.

Jimin turned back to Daehyun, blocking his sudden punch thrown. Jimin grabbed his wrist and twisted it tightly. Daehyun winced and started to throw random punches and kicks.

Although I wanted to see what was happening, my weak eyes scanned around the club eagerly. From where no lights shown to where every possible light glittered up the floor, my eyes pinned on a shadow. Once my eyes landed on them however, they lifted up their hood to hide their face and walked out.

Minjun.

My wrist was grabbed and then pulled away, dragging me out of the club. I looked back at the scene to see Daehyun holding his stomach, curled over in pain and groaning. His eyes were narrowed and glared at us as we left. I tripped over the floor as Jimin quick stepped away with me.

The new air rushed to my face and only now I noticed how hot my temperature rose. I felt like throwing up. The more I felt dizzy, the more my body dropped down to the floor. I slowly stepped over to the wall and slid down. My head spun around, making my view turn into a whirlpool.

"What was that for?" Jimin crouched down to my drunk face and watched as I pulled a face. He brought his hand to my forehead and lightly placed his on to check my temperature. I whined in discomfort and closed my eyes.

"He lied.." I mumble under my breath.

"Daehyun?" Jimin asked and I shook my head as a no.

"Minjun." I said and felt a touch on my hand. I knew it was his by the way he held them and stroked his thumb again my skin.

"He didn't lie. The favour is still happening."

Drunkly, I opened my eyes curiously and tilted my head confused. I made eye contact with Jimin in the dark and he smile at me. His pure eyes smiled too with little strands of hair falling down in front his face. My jaw dropped but he lifted it back up with a chuckle.

"Wasn't the plan on the lines of, Minjun comes to the club to watch Daehyun incase anything happens to you and it'll help him with whatever he was planning?" I nodded intrigued about what he was saying. "You clearly saw him didn't you?" Nodding once again, my ears open up. "He texted me right after you sent him the plan and asked me to do the protecting as what he had planned would be ruined if he was seen."

"What is his plan?" I mumbled with my back leaned against the wall heavily, still keeping me upright.

"Only he knows that." Jimin reassured me and helped me up. He used his upper strength to pull me in a stand as my legs shook with the rest of my body. My vision swayed side to side and all about. Each second, my eyes slowly closed drunkly and opened back up to a blur. My cheeks were already a crimson and made my whole face sweat up. "You need some rest after a long day." He said as he turned for a piggy back. I wrapped my arms around him carefully and then my legs as he picked me up.

Bringing himself up, he adjusted the position to a more comfortable one. I was now off the ground, riding on Jimin's back tiredly.

"Are you not mad?" I whispered guiltily.

"No, what you did was actually quite risk, especially when you knew you were low tolerance. And the fact Daehyun finally cracked which solved why we had a bad feeling." Once he said that, I rested my head on his shoulder with a soft smile and closed my eyes to go to sleep.

With a light knock on the door, I listened as Jimin moved into the house. I peacefully shifted by rewrapping my arms round him with a little groan from the headache and sickness. Slightly opening my eyes, I noticed my house hallway and the stairs he walked over to.

"Hey Y/n I was wond-" I watched as Hyunjin looked up from his phone and paused at seeing us both together. Jimin lifted his finger up to his own lips and shushed Hyunjin before he spoke. I tilted my head on Jimin's shoulder. He continued to walk as Hyunjin pointed him over to my room. Closing my eyes from exhaustion, I felt Jimin as he slowly lowered his body, letting me have a soft landing onto my bed.

My body flopped over on top my bed drunkly as Jimin moved my hands from around his collarbone. I soon felt a blanket placed upon my body and then his fingers which moved the strands of hair from resting in front of my face. A small grin wondered up my cheeks and I heard a light giggle from him seeing my reaction.

"You surely act different every time you're drunk." He whispered under his breath and my eyes opened cheekily in his direction before closing them up. "Take a rest, tomorrow probably won't be the best for you." A little kiss was planted upon my forehead and I slightly opened my eyes to watch him walk out the room while looking at me and then turning off the lights.

And so the lights were now out.

It was all true. A bit too true for my liking.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom after getting pushed out of bed once more for school. I hate how it's not even half way though this school week. Under my droopy eyes laid eye bags and the hair which rested around my cheeks were a greasy mess.

"For God's sake!" I groan annoyed at how my day started and with a little pain slowly though my head, I regret speaking out loud. Putting my hand to my head, I start getting ready for the long day ahead.

Hair tied back messily, jumper and joggers perfectly put together my mood. The mood where I didn't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay in my bed, but I knew I couldn't.

I slouched down to my bag in the corner of my room, throwing it over my shoulder and lazily walking out, yawning every minute. As I walked down the stairs carefully, massaged my forehead and walked into the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Don't ask." I say as soon as I turn the corner to see Hyunjin watching me. He passed me a cup and I emptied some water in. Taking in a drink, he decides to speak.

"Ah." He chuckled to himself and ruffled up his hair. "No wonder why you were being carried in. You two are couples rig-" I spit out the water from in my cheeks and point to his face.

"Don't mention a word to the others." He put his hands up and pointed back with one hand.

"Don't worry about that, you should be worrying about the water you spat on the counter."

I look back at the mess and quickly grabbed a piece of tissue to dry it up before mum or dad walk in. It all soaked in and I threw the wet tissue to Hyunjin to put in the bin as I couldn't move any further without throwing up.

I took the cup again and carried on drinking the rest of the water before finding something to eat. Hyunjin had already found what to have as he poured in some cereal into his bowl and then grabbing the milk to add after. Taking the box of cereal, I sneakily grab some dry cereal to uplift my appetite. I didn't feel like anything.

After eating, we both walked outside to head to school. My legs wanted to give up on this walk. My head wanted to hide the darkness. I just wanted to rest. That however wasn't going to happen any time sooner. All I could do was wish some fresh air will cure this sickness in me.

Heading into the school gates, the low whispers headed towards me only made my memory run back to yesterday and what I lost. My mind and my bracelet.

I readjusted the bag on my shoulders and bravely looked at everyone whose glances were placed onto me. They either flinched at the sudden eye contact or they death glares back.

I sure do hate these people here.

"Hey Y/n!" I was called over by Freya who came from behind, placing her arm on my shoulder and looking up with a smile. That smile however faded when she also saw the looks I got. Freya being Freya, jerked forward with a head movement and a disgusted face to whoever faced us.

"Ugh, people these days believe anything they see." She stated lowly in almost a growl and then turned back to me with a smile.

Of course Freya would try to keep everyone back. She hates the negativity which spill out of people's mouths without a thought or hesitation. They say whatever is in their mind and don't care if it hurts anyone. Freya learnt from this from when she was a child and grew up to be a strong independent women. And so I love her for knowing how to act in situations like this. The truth of how she's like this however hurts me. She's gone though a lot.

Freya always used to be more quiet. She hardly made friends. She was bullied for just breathing.

When young, she felt like she had lost herself and everyone around but she soon came to the conclusion that she hasn't lost herself. Everyone else lost her. That's when Freya learnt the reality of life and how to make it like her own. She doesn't let anyone ruin her own path.

And so I try and learn from her. I too was quiet and hardly spoke but I was never bullied. I put everyone before me and I never noticed how much that effected my mental health. Freya and I helped each other but sometimes I feel like I could do more for Freya, I just don't know how.

Back to reality, I was walking through the school hallway with Freya cheerfully telling me stories from her dreams and fantasies she wish she could experience.

Not once did she say anything about me looking tired, but I knew she wouldn't. That was something she was bullied for.

Her looks.

She never focused on her looks when she was younger until hateful words ruined her soul and her path of thought. She doesn't dare to say anything about looks which she doesn't know will disappoint someone, even if I tell her she can say anything to me.

Her smile is a way to hide the fact she still to this day has some insecurities from her past.

My eyes softly headed to hers as she chuckled to herself, explaining the story.

"-running down the castle hallways with my long gown following from behind. My long hair pinned back from out of my face by the crown filled with crystals. The colour of amethyst painted on the walls and coloured on the chandeliers hanging from the roof. With a swing of the big doors, the big ballroom filled with may others filled up with loud but gentle classic music. Everyone wearing their mascaraed masks and dancing together hand to ha-"  Her dreams where suddenly paused as he name was called from behind. Looking around with her, we notice everyone doing their own things but by the looks of Freya's face, she'd crashed her plane.

Her cheerful mood had collapsed down and her now wet eyes led out a tear of sorrow.

"Who was it?" I ask while turning her around to me. She was hesitant to move. The stiffness of her body reflected her feelings and I knew whatever happened hurt her.

"You heard it too?" She replied back. Freya's hands started to shake and she kept on zoning out. I wave my hands in front of her but the only reaction I got was a tear what fell down on to they floor after walking on her cheeks.

The school bell brought her back to her senses and she wiped her tears away rapidly before looking at me and walking into the classroom.

We both took our seats but since then, Freya was deep in thought. Head down to the table, I tap her shoulder and she flinches, directing her view to me.

"What was that about?" She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Nothing. Just hallucinating things." With a light hit on the head with her own hand, I knew something was up. It was only a matter of time Freya finally let her feelings take control. I don't remember the last time she let them go properly.

"You're not hallucating if I heard it too." I whisper back.

"Right, I'm not. They're still joking about."

I pause in my tracks and gave her a confused look. Her eyes were turning a wet red and her whole face turned pale. Worried, I brought her into a warm hug, not knowing what's happening. The silence between us alarmed me that she was still thinking so I lightly shook her but I got no response.

I thought everything was fine until I felt her arm drop down to my side over relaxed and the rest of her body went limp. My eyes widened and I brought her out of the hug to see her eyes closed up with a very pale face.

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There we had a some of Freya's background story. Looks like there's more to figure out thought.

Well, until next chapter.

Bye! Stay healthy!!