Jimin's POV

Bodies jeering side by side next to faces they have never met without a single care to what the world may think of their careless actions in this lousy yet courageous night, Jimin kept on dancing with a deep shade of red spreading all over his drunken cheeks.

Nothing in this world is significant to the drunken orange head anymore, not even the dim yet flashy multi-coloured lights that shone from the large disco ball which hung down from the flat roof and not even how his throat was going hoarse due to all the giggles.

Jimin's blurry vision was tainted with unknown faces that were smiling widely throughout the night like the jumbled laughter ringing nonstop beside his ears, their carefree melodies mixing so well with random upbeat pop songs.

Pleasant sweats forming a thin layer on his tanned skin, Jimin swayed his hips, flutters his glittery lids open and dances all he wants while taking a deep breath in,-

-filling his calm yet drunken mind with the leftover traces of alcohol that lingers within the sticky air which was now and then cuts through by the flashing spotlights.

It was nothing new; Jimin dancing until he gets bored, until he smiles happily again like the older days until he could finally think of a solution to this loneliness and until he forgets how those pair of wet lips feel like brushing lovingly against his burning skin.

However, his moment of happiness did not last very long as he was quick to get tired of this place that reeks of high people, including himself.

The overly loud sounds were becoming irritating to his ears and the rapid movements of jelly-like arms swinging around randomly started to make him feel even dizzier which only doubles the urge to go back home and get some sleep he now craves.

"F-fuckk pe-ople~" The frenzied orange head slurred as his pink glossy lips turn into a small cute pout once he has quickly gotten used to the green, orange and blue crowd of wiggling worms.

Pushing his way out, Jimin's legs waddle in a hurried motion from behind him as he stumbled his way out of the busied club just to be met with the fresh wind making direct contact with his sleepy yet worn out and resulting in his orange bangs parting ways so dreamily from his now exposed forehead.

"Ah...it-'s c-cold." The drugged freshman whined with a stomp of feet as he brought up his sweaty yet warm hand to rub them against the area of his forming goosebumps skin.

'Home' - That was where Jimin needed to be at that moment.

He needed his bed - the only place where he could let it all out and permit his bottled loneliness to consume him at once because of the lucid dream he refuses to have every single night by either getting drunk or stubbornly declining to get a wink of sleep at all.

Fear of having those dreams that make him beg...

Looking around the outside of the alive club, Jimin rapidly squinted his hazy eyes to get a decent view of any transportation that could luckily bring him home tonight and not another cheap hotel bed where he would now not so gladly wake up in the morning to.

The night's fresh wind kept on brushing against the drugged freshman's sun-kissed skin as he continues his lonely gaze down the emptied street with no taxi or other cars running thrivingly on the pitch-black road.

Its colour of black making Jimin wonder if he tries stepping a foot in, he would hopelessly fell into that void of darkness which he has experienced once or twice before.

"Taxi..."

Jimin tiredly mumbled into the chilly breeze but as far as his eyes searched, there was nothing but endless pits of darkness outside the club that fortunately has a large bright neon sigh hung above to be the prettily dressed freshman's only source of light.

Sighing heavily, the drunken male wobbles out a foot and tries to properly walk on an empty street that only showcases danger to what might happen when one pretty looking prey came across a hungry predator.

Suddenly! A flash of yellowish light strives past Jimin's nearly asleep eyes which instantly makes his attention was drawn to a fast-moving vehicle that soon parked halfway up on the pavement right beside his sloppy body that reeks of alcohol.

Still trying to process whatever kind of luck he was in, Jimin's dizzy brown chocolate orbs move up towards the car's plastic panel that displayed a perfect hue of that yellow light and writings in bold of 'Taxi' which made him cutely hiccuped at the coincidence.

"Taxi!" Jimin cried out, voice full of aspiration and relief.

Thank God, the freshman finally get on after many failed attempts of trying to open the car door to the passenger seats at the back of this small taxi where he could spread his legs and arms as much as possible for the comfy result that awaits him.

"Hewoo!" With thankfulness, the freshman greeted the driver who he couldn't catch a glimpse of as the man was wearing a black polo cap and he was only looking straight ahead, not even bothered to reply back.

"Quiet one ain't ya?" The alcohol acting perfectly well on him, the orange-haired passenger mannerlessly asked before casting his eyes down at the red silk shirt that stuck uncomfortably to his abs because of the sweats.

"H-home pweasee." Jimin started to whine, pouting for his bed. "The ad...d-dress isss xxx-xxx."

Nodding silently to what the drunken male has to say, the driver reached his pale long hands out to skillfully adjust the gear before stomping his foot onto the gas pedal, accelerating fast with a handsome smirk plastered confidently on his mischievous lips.

As the car drove fast with Jimin being completely unaware of the overwhelming speed the vehicle was in, the silk shirted freshman only rested his spinning head on the leather seat and felt like talking all of a sudden. He does not enjoy the silence.

Because in every silence, there is unheard laughter.

"Y'know...th-there was thiss mascularrr man who w...wants to fuck mhee so b-bad in the toiwlet.."

Relaxed grip suddenly tightened like a deadly disease around the steering wheels, the driver clenched his jaws and continues looking ahead into the endless roads before parting his pinkish thin lips to ask for more information.

"And what did you do?"

"Well, h-hee suc-ck my necg...kjiss my s-skinn." The freshman sweetly giggled out while closing his lids, finding it funny even though he could not even properly hear his own voice nor the driver's one that came out like deep echoes to his distorted ears.

"Then?"

"T-then he p...putt his hands! U-nderr mahh shir-tt, h-he touched me!" Stuttering the first half at a leisured pace, the helpless orange-haired male began crying his heart out like his now wet eyeballs. "H-he triies tto r-rape meh."

"This fucker..." The driver quietly muttered underneath his heavy breath as he feels a tremendous amount of anger planting its roots inside his mind which makes his fingers twitched twice of thrice. If only I could kill this mother fucker.

"An- when I trry to refuge, he- he... pinn me to the wall and s-shrug off his pa-nts, I don't want to t-take his c-cock but he didn't lisjen!" Jimin fearfully wailed out as the memories from this chaotic night he tries hard to ignore came back to remind him.

"Then what next?" The man wearing a black polo cap grinds his teeth together as his leather shoes began pressing harder against the pedal, making the car accelerate faster as if it was begging to crash.

"H-he put his h-hands onn meh.." The freshman squeezed his eyes shut because of how they were beginning to sting while squirming from disgust at the feeling of those cold greedy hands separating his cheeks apart like a pervert. "Touch me d-down ther-"

Sucking in a sharp deep breath, the driver aggressively slammed the car's honk with hatred of every word he knew was true.

Jumping on his seat and blinking his heavy lids open in fright because of the loud honk sound which also made his eyes advert to the back of the driver's head and curiously squinted at the specific pigment he could barely make out from his splattered vision of raindrops.

"Greenish blue..."

"Did you let that bastard fuck you?" The driver scowled in an unrecognisable deep voice, his friendly tone vanishing into something Jimin could get turned on so easily.

"N...no of course not! H-his thing w-was too softt for meh." Jimin furiously shooked his head after remembering how bad of a kisser that man was compared to Suga93 who made him feel like heaven by those pair of lips alone.

"I-I stopp-ed him since he couldn'tt make meh f-feel good...lik' t-hat guy w-who offered 1 million won justt t-to fuck me."

From rising anger turning into a cocky smirk, the smug driver hummed an approval as satisfaction eats him up bit by bit but it was not enough to stop his craving for more. "Was he that good?"

"Of courseee, h-he's the b-bestt~"

Smiling from what he could remember even in this drunken state, Jimin soon decided to stop sprawling across the passenger seats and sit up straight before letting his curious eyes wander around the inside of the taxi which is on its way to his house.

Blinking open his blurry eyes from falling asleep again, Jimin tries focusing on the rearview mirror which shown the driver's thin yet familiar-looking pair of lips instead of eyes that were supposed to be staring ahead into the distance.

"Those lips...where have I seen them?" Jimin quietly thought to himself as he squints and squints his eyes again for a clearer view but again, he was way too drunk to even process the image infront of him or even remember from the top of his head where he has seen those pairs before.

"Wha-what's your namee?"

"My name?" The driver perked up slightly as he shuffled a little in his seat while refusing to steal a single glance at the drunk customer who has dared to ask him a question that needed an answer to it.

"My name is...Min Yoongi, your Senpai."