"Lana...."

"Alana...."

"Lana...Lana girl it's Mo...."

"and Jade. Love are you ok?.............how long has she been in there?"

"I don't know..."

The voices beyond the small pine-scented bathroom felt miles away from her. The vibrating bass of the music downstairs pulsed beneath Alana as she sat with her back pressed against the door. Several minutes passed and she'd already used the toilet for what it was intended. Now she just stared at it, her swollen eyes hooded and red from her hot salted tears.

Fists pounded against the door repeatedly, the sound of her friend's voices muffled behind it.

She swallows with a grimace, still tasting the bitterness of the returned alcohol on her tongue. She knew she couldn't hide in there forever but the tsunami of regret and shame kept her planted.

I shouldn't have drunk so much.

I shouldn't have come upstairs.

I shouldn't have opened that door.

I shouldn't have come to this damn party.

I shouldn't have.......

I shouldn't have trusted him.

Again.

She flinched at the sound of the doorknob jerking. It turns stiffly and a frustrated huff follows.

"Is there a key or something?"  Jade looks to Alesha, who shrugs.

"Tae? You think Yoongi would know? Where is he?" Both women turn around to Jimin and Taehyung, who was beyond the point of losing his patience.

"Fuck a key, I'm bout to strong-arm this bitch...watch out.." he mumbles, fanning his hands to get Alesha and Jade to clear the space in front of the door.  Just as he's pushing the sleeves of his crewneck up his forearms in preparation, the lock turns and everyone in the hall goes silent as Alana slowly emerged.

Alesha, Jade, Taehyung, and Jimin all looked on with caution in their faces and Alana looked around timidly as a blush of embarrassment tingled her skin. Everyone was there except Yoongi.

And Dez.

She swallows again.

"What yall doing..." is all she can think to say, tucking a stray braid behind her ear. Alesha and Jade exchange a look, Jade looking over her shoulder at Taehyung.

" Yoongi came to get us...he told us what happened. Are you..."

"Is he gone?" Alana interrupts her softly and Jade's mouth shuts at the question.

"Yeah...he's gone babe.." she resumes. Alana nods in understanding and lifts her shaking hand to snuff her nose. She keeps her eyes low, level with everyone's waist and she says nothing after that. Alesha, who had been silent since the door opened, reaches for her.

"I think it's time to head out. Give me your keys..."

Alana obediently pulls the jingling stretchy pink spiral from her wrist, handing them over. Tears sprung anew in her eyes and her head droops, her shoulders caving in on themselves. She thought she was done crying but alas...

Alesha pulls her into her chest without hesitation and held her as she cried.

"What's wrong with me?" Alana sobbed into her friend's neck. Jade fills her cheeks with air briefly to let out a heavy exhale, turning her head to dab at the corner of her eye before stepping in to put an arm around Alana.  Taehyung and Jimin standby awkwardly, both glancing back towards the stairs as a few people were coming up.

"Maybe we should clear out..." one of them says, the other agreeing.  Jimin reaches forward and snatches the keys dangling from Alesha's fingers, making her release Alana and look back at him curiously.

"You know you can't drive right now...I know where she's parked. Tae, trail us back to dorms in my car? I'm just up the street." Jimin fishes his keys from his pocket and tosses them for Taehyung to catch effortlessly.

"Bet. Come on babe...." he says, taking Jade by the hand and leading her away from the group.

Her arm lingered around Alana and she pulls the sniffling girl to her to kiss her temple. She gives Alesha a look, their eyes saying more than their mouths and they both nod in understanding as Taehyung leads her towards the steps.

Alana pulls away from Alesha, wiping her smudged mascara from beneath her eyes and sniffing. Alesha sighs as she took her by the hand.

"Come on girl... let's go."

Jimin pulls up to the dorm parking lot not too long after leaving the party. It was around 2 in the morning and though classes had barely started, most students were in for the night despite it being the weekend. He turns Alana's key to kill the engine and slumps back in the seat.

"I wish I could just teleport to my bed..." he mumbles. Jimin shuts his eyes to rub them, yawning quietly. Having a contagious effect on the passenger, Alesha was now yawning as well.

"You and me both. Lana...we're back...Time to.." she begins as she turned around, only to find Alana snoring softly in the backseat, curled against the cushions with her knees in her chest. Alesha pokes out her bottom lip.

"Damn." she sighs. Jimin glances back sleepily, smirking at what he sees.

"Oh she's outta there." he chuckles. Alesha groans childishly as she turned back to face the front, running her palm down over her face and not even caring about her makeup at that point.

"She's not waking up and damn sure not walking. How the hell am I gonna get her upstairs?" she huffs and Jimin regards her thoughtfully before looking in the backseat again.

" I can carry her." he shrugs. Alesha, who was still mushing her face, pauses to glance over.

"Jimin..." she says after a beat and he looks at her immediately, lifting his brows.

"What?" he frowns innocently and Alesha just looks at him, her eyes conveying what she was thinking. Jimins confused expression melts gradually until the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. Then he laughs.

"You think I'm using your drunk and passed-out roommate as a ploy to end up in your bed? Really?" he smiles widely, another contagious action. Alesha has to bite down on her bottom lip to contain the laugh bubbling in her chest. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"Don't act like its not something you'd do," she murmurs as she moved to remove her seatbelt.  Jimin does the same and pulls Alana's dangling keys from the ignition before opening the driverside door.  Alesha is already walking around to that side of the car, pausing at the backseat. Jimin is leaning against its window,gazing down at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Move Jimin.." Alesha blinks. She stares directly into Jimins sparkling eyes, hiding the effect of his gaze on her as she remained unmoved. He knew her better than that though.

"So what? You don't want my help?" he tilts his head and Alesha sighs.

"Not if it comes at a cost.." She smirks and Jimin chuckles wickedly. Without allowing her to protest, he's opening the backseat door. Alana's feet were at that end and all either one of them would have to do to get her out is to pull her forward by her ankles. Jimin stands aside and gestures towards them with an arrogant expression.

"OK. Knock yourself out." he says, resuming his position posted up against the driver's door. Alesha scoff at his stance as she moved forward.

She stoops down to reach for Alana's ankles, meeting some resistance as she straightened her legs and pulled towards the opening. Alana slides over the backseat, her head lolling over as she continued to sleep. Since she was unconscious and very drunk, her relaxed muscles made it a bit harder to get her to move. Every time Alesha pulled her by the wrists so she could sit up, Alana's head fell back and her torso followed.

Jimin stood by silently as he watched Alesha struggle to get her friend to sit up.

After about 6 minutes of struggled breathing and frustrated curses mumbled beneath her breath, Alesha manages to get Alana to sit up enough to lean against the backseat, her feet now touching the ground and legs outside of the car. Feeling triumphant, Alesha looks up at Jimin, who blinks at her stoically.

"Awesome. Now how are you gonna get her from the car to the front door of the building to the elevator, up the hall, and to your dorm?"

Alesha opens her mouth but it shuts immediately as she considered the task and Jimin is already shooing her away so he could bend down to pull Alana forward. With zero effort, Jimin carefully picks Alana up bridal style and Alesha shuts the backseat for him begrudgingly.

"You're just helping me get her inside Jimin. Don't expect any more than a thank you ok? I'm tired.." Alesha walks alongside him as they head in the direction of the many buildings ahead. A comical sound is uttered from Jimin and She glances over to find him rolling his eyes humorlessly.

"Please...Let's not act like I'd have to work that hard. I'm just being nice Alesha...because ya know... it's what nice guys do." Jimin says with emphasis on 'nice guys' and Alesha catches his tone.

Jimin was a nice guy.
But he was also a hoe.
A damn good one.

That was something she'd had the pleasure of finding out on occasion when nights similar to this one ended with the two of them tangled in either of their sheets. Every time was good. Great even. But that's all it was, a good fuck and despite how hard Jimin tried to make Alesha feel like he could be more than a perfect body, bomb dick, and a pretty face...

Jimin was just always THAT guy.

And Alesha didn't have time for any more of those.

They're nearing the curb when Alesha's thoughtful silence gives her away and she doesn't have to look up at Jimin again to know that he's smirking.

"Yeah....ok, whatever.." she huffs, stepping up on the curb. Jimin readjusts his hold on Alana, holding her closer to his chest as they trekked up the sidewalk. Luckily, the building where the girls lived wasn't too deep in the rows of tall cream plastered buildings and its only a few strides from the lot Jimin parked Alana's car.

"Stop acting like that. You know I was gonna end up here tonight....It's sort of our thing." Jimin says cheekily. Alana hums incoherently in Jimins arms, her brow creasing slightly as she remained unconscious.

Alesha slides her key card at the front door and holds it open for Jimin to step in sideways, being mindful of Alana's head.

"Zip it, Park." she mumbles and Jimin does just that the remainder of the way, watching Aleshas ass sway as he followed her to the elevator with an accomplished smirk.

Three hours later.....

Alana steps from her bedroom, dragging her feet sluggishly in the direction of the kitchen area. Her eyes were barely open and her face was frozen in a scowl due to the intense hangover headache pounding against her skull. She awoke suddenly in her bed beneath the covers fully clothed , face smooshed against the edge of her bed with her office sized wastebin strategically placed within aim.

Luckily for her and her heightened sense of smell, it was empty. Just like her stomach.

The dorm was silent, it being 5 am on a Saturday and the only light on was thr small bulb above the stove. Alana rounds the small island to open the cabinets, in search of something...anything to ease her discomfort.

She ends up settling for a few painkillers washed down with a mug of chamomile tea.

Alana stares at the steam, watching it roll and twirl up from the amber liquid. Shes leaned over the kitchen island..trying to forget everything from the last 5 hours. She'd hoped the alcohol would have fuzzed up her recall.

But it didnt. She remembered every second of that moment. Every sound. His face. The shock in his eyes when he finally noticed her standing there.

She wondered where he was right now, her mind drifting to her phone that was most likely dead and forgotten in her ruffled sheets.

Alana opts to finish her tea in her room and is about to find something to nibble on when she  hears the hinges of a door opening from behind her.

She turns to see Alesha peaking out of it sneakily, dressed in her sleep shorts and cami,her air covered in with a satin bonnet. When she finds Alana spotting her from the kitchen, she freezes.

"What you doing?" Alana asks, glancing around the kitchen dubiously as if there was something or someone she needed to be warry of based off her suitmates expression.

"Me? nothing...What you doing?" Alesha snaps suddenly with the wide eyes of a child caught in the cookie jar. Alana frowns and points at her half full mug of tea.

"Hangover tea..." she responds.

After glancing back in her room inconspicuously, Alesha pulls the door behind her and walks over to the kitchen. Alana shows her little interest as she's back to searching for a snack. Alesha notices the giant bottle of ibuprofen beside her cup.

"Oof....yea girl...you were out of it." she laughs genuinely before opening the fridge. Alana rips open a new box of poptarts and naps a silver oacket from the bunch.

She glances over to see Alesha idling in the white glow of the fridge light, her eyes dancing over the shelves in contemplation.

"Whats got you up?" Alana asks and Alesha side-eyes her breifly with an essence of guilt on her features.

"Oooh just hungry...and thirsty. You know.....drunk munchies." she responds.

Alana nods in understanding and is about to go about her way until she notices a darkening mark just below Alesha's jawline.

She blinks a few times before leaning towards her.

"Mo...you've got something on your ne.."

Before Alana can finish her sentence, Alesha is snatching two bottles of water from the stocked shelves and two poptarts from the newly opened box Alana was about to put back.

"Make sure you drink some water before you lay back down. Liquor dehydrates..Night girl..." Alesha says hurriedly, closing the fridge with her hip and scurrying back to her bedroom in a blink.

Alana stares at Aleshas door suspiciously but only manages a tiny chuckle as she opted to mind her business and get back to bed.

The steaming cup of tea sits abandoned on her nightstand,her warm light dimmed to the lowest setting as she lay there. Her headache was fading thankfully, but her stomach still felt sour. Partially due to its emptiness. Partially due to her sorrow.

She rolls onto her back to stare up at the ceiling, her cried out eyes stinging with reluctant tears.

Her mind flooded by questions she wished she didn't have to ask...

"How could he do this to me? I thought things were better between us....He said he'd changed. He said he'd be the one i deserved....why would he embarrass me like that...."

"That girl...who was she...was she prettier...skinnier..."

"I should have known better. I should have stayed with him all day...met him at his place and rode with him here...then maybe he....who am I kidding? There's nothing I could have done to prevent this...I know that."

She rolls back onto her side, facing her phone that was now connected to the charger.

A message lights up the screen.

Then another.

And another.

Already knowing who it most likely was, she flips the phone face down to let it vibrate angrily against the mattress. Dez had been texting her the moment he left that house, even calling to leave voice messages. All of which she pointedly ignored. She couldn't bear to even see his name, let alone hear his voice.

He didnt deserve her attention or her response. What he did tonight was beyond vile and she never thought he would do something this bold.

This was it.

No more forgiving and forgetting.

No more relenting and allowing him to ease his way back into her good graces. This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

She had to move on for her sanity's sake.

A stray tear rolls over her nose as she closed her eyes and all that could be heard were her shallow sniffles and the persistent vibrating of her phone.

"But why do I feel like....this was my fault."

"Like I deserved this..."