A few minutes later, the second empty bottle rolled onto the floor and Seokjin gasped. 

They had forced him to drink again and again and now he was holding a third full bottle, with no one else holding it for him to the great satisfaction of others who could film it at their leisure without being in the camera's field of view. Seokjin was now drinking of his own free will, no longer remembering that it was wrong to do so.

"So, you're glad you stayed played?" Mi-Chi asked Seokjin.

"I-hic! I think...hic," Seokjin said, hiccupping. "Should I have to drink this whole one too? I think I'm going to pee if I keep drinking."

"Do you think he's drunk enough?" Ha-Joon. "We should leave now before anyone comes."

"No, first he has to do funnier and more incriminating things," Yoona refused. "Seokjin!"

"Yes, hic! Yoona? Are you going to hurt me again? If it makes you happy, you can. It's important to be happy in life."

"Stop playing the saint, it annoys me! Now tell me, earlier, you wanted to give me a hug, right?"

"Yes, I like cuddles. Jimin cuddle me all the time! " Seokjin said, smiling. "Namjoon too. As for Tae, it's only..."

He was going to tell Taehyung too, "at night to sleep", but something stopped him. He didn't know why, he couldn't finish his sentence as if he was prevented from doing so but very quickly, he forgot his thought s he forgot what he wanted to say.

His cheeks were so red they looked like they were on fire. He had felt euphoric earlier from inhaling Jungkook's smoke but with the addition of the alcohol he no longer knew where he was, he felt like he had left planet Earth for the Moon.

Yet, he suddenly lost his smile and frowned when a flashback hit him. It was a conversation between him and Taehyung.

"But I can't hic! hug you, Yoona, I hic! remembered that Tae doesn't want me to hic! go near you. And he doesn't want to hic! come near you either. Can you hic! please stay away from us now?"

Furious, Yoona slapped him again as the others laughed at her and Seokjin screamed excessively in pain because of the alcohol.

"AAaah, I'll tell Tae! He said he preferred me than you!"

"I don't care. Whether he loves me or not makes no difference, Taehyung is mine, and I'm going to keep you away from him tonight and forever!" Yoona shouted, enraged.

"He's not yours! He's nobody's! He's free and he doesn't love you!" Seokjin replied, not realizing that it was better to remain silent rather than let his thoughts come out unchecked.

"Here, I think you didn't drink enough actually," Ryung said, shoving his half-full bottle into Seokjin's mouth who couldn't help but drink.

After a few minutes, Seokjin sipped from his bottle like a baby sipping from a bottle. His vision was as confused as his thoughts. He had already forgotten everything he had just said to Yoona and he looked at her without understanding what she was doing there. Its blurred outlines gave him the impression that he was dreaming.

"I think I'm dreaming, why is everything so moving..." he said with a dreamy air.

"Yes, it's a beautiful dream in which Yoona, the most beautiful girl in the world, would like you to hug her. You're not going to refuse anyway?" Ha-Joon said as Mi-Chi, who appeared to be his girlfriend, glared at him.

"If it's a dream, maybe I can..." Seokjin muttered, but searching in his foggy mind why it seemed so wrong to him.

"So come," Yoona said with a wicked smile.

Confused, Seokjin forgot his scruples. He loved hugs and he accepted with a sweet smile and rushed towards Yoona but stopped short and jumped in fear when she suddenly shouted at Mi-Cha's phone who was filming her:

"Aaahh!!!! He's doing it again, he wants to rape me, help me, don't let him hurt me!!!"

The spectators at the scene restrained themselves from laughing but Seokjin, perplexed, turned around to see who could wish Yoona harm. Not seeing anyone but on the contrary, seeing his vision becoming dangerously blurred, he said to Yoona:

"Yoona, what's wrong, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, beggar. But as for you, you won't be and you will cry very soon when everyone knows that you wanted to attack the Jung's daughter who were Mr. Kim's guests."

"Me?" Seokjin was surprised. "I attack you? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, my friends saw and recorded everything, right?"

Mi-Cha, Ryung and Ha-Joon nodded with a mocking smile.

"Yeah, we saw everything, we are valuable witnesses," Ha-Joon said.

"Come on, let's go now, the party is over, here!" Ryung said.

Without a glance for Seokjin, they went out, leaving all the bottles of alcohol in the room, including the ones they had drunk themselves, turned off the light and slammed the door, leaving Seokjin alone in the dark.

"Why did they leave me alone?" Seokjin asked, trying to get up. "Yoona screamed, I think she wasn't well..."

But he had difficulty standing and his vision was so blurred and moving that he almost fell. He was so hot that he staggered to the window that overlooked the balcony. Yet, as he walked, he bumped into Namjoon's large four-poster bed.

"Ouch!" he said, rubbing his hip and slapping the bed to let it know that it had hurt him. "Why is everyone hitting me tonight..."

He thought he saw a moving shape under the blanket in the bed, in the middle of the big pillows that covered Namjoon's bed.

"Joonie?" he called in a slurred voice. "Joonie, is that you?"

But no one answered him and he thought that Namjoon couldn't have been sleeping during the party. Party ! he remembered. There is a party! He wanted to party too.

He wanted to go outside but he realized he was so slow that it was going to take him forever to get back out using the stairs inside. He thought he would go faster if he went through the balcony. From there he could jump into the garden and everyone would be impressed to see him fly away.

He began to hum, opened the window doors and went out onto the balcony to admire the illuminated garden where the music resonated. He then started to sing loudly without knowing what he was singing but he found that it followed very well the rhythm of the music played by the orchestra and he was happy. 

He didn't realize that behind him, from Namjoon's bed, someone was watching him.

From above, Seokjin saw Yoona and her friends back among the guests. He suddenly saw her running alone and stopping near a boy. Despite his blurred vision, Seokjin would have recognized him among thousands: it was Taehyung. He frowned when he saw Yoona take his hand and lead him onto the dance floor.

"Tae isn't going to dance with you Yoona, he doesn't like you," Seokjin assured as if Yoona could hear him.

But Taehyung, turning towards Hoseok who was looking at him, didn't let go of Yoona's hand and even agreed to follow her onto the floor where several couples, mainly adults, were dancing. Many people had their eyes glued to Taehyung and Yoona, even if they were the youngest to dance, as if this dance was important to many people.

"Why Tae?" Seokjin asked with tears in his eyes. "You said you preferred me to Yoona, why are you dancing with her when she's so mean to me..."

Instead of going down into the garden, he wanted to fly up to the moon which, high in the dark sky, lit him up. But first, before leaving the Earth, he had things to say to certain earthlings who had hurt him. He climbed onto the large stone ledge of the balcony, humming a song in rhythm with the music but changing the words to sing:

"I hate Yoona... I hate Mr. Kim... and Mrs. Kim... and Jungkook... and Mr. Jeon... and... I HATE YOU TAEHYUNG!!" he ended up yelling, attracting the attention of everyone downstairs.

Down in the garden, Taehyung froze when he saw Seokjin on the balcony railing of Namjoon's room, dimly lit by moonbeams. As no light emanated from Namjoon's room, he wouldn't have seen Seokjin if he hadn't heard him screaming, like all the other guests. He immediately let go of Yoona who looked at him, smiling evily, but Taehyung didn't see her because he only had eyes for Seokjin.

"It's almost the end of your little beggar," she murmured seeing Taehyung running as close as possible to the front of the mansion, under the balcony where Seokjin was.

Yoko suddenly screamed when she saw that Seokjin had started to balance on the railing and was swaying dangerously, humming, giggling and whining all at once.

"SEOKJIN!" she yelled, but Seokjin didn't seem to hear her.

"I don't remember anymore, what should I do to fly away?" he was asking to himself. "ah yes, I have to flap my arms. Later, I couldn't but from here, in the air, I'm sure I can do it!"

"JIN!" Taehyung screamed, arriving under the balcony where Yoko soon joined him, panicked, collapsing to her knees when she realized that Seokjin didn't seem to be listening to anyone and was in danger of falling.

And indeed, Seokjin didn't seem to hear Taehyung more than his mother or so he ignored him because he continued to sway dangerously and even began to flap his arms to regain his balance.

"Jin, get off the balcony immediately!" Taehyung shouted, terrified of seeing Seokjin fall, as Yoko seemed about to pass out. "Come inside, you hear?!"

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat when he saw Seokjin bend his knees as if to jump and instinctively he raised his arms, ready to try to catch him if he fell. He was so scared that he didn't notice Jimin joining him and talking to him with urgency.

Without him being able to do anything, he suddenly saw Seokjin fall at a prodigious speed between his outstretched arms, crashing in a dull sound of bones cracking on the grass onto the ground at his feet and covering the lawn with blood which splashed Taehyung.

Frozen in horror and wide-eyed Taehyung looked down and saw Seokjin's lifeless gaze staring back at him. His half-open mouth that would never speak again had said something Taehyung would never forget.

After always being the one who had a good word to give to others and who wanted to make others happy like him, it was strange that his last words on this Earth were "I hate you Taehyung!"

Taehyung, unable to move, unable to look at Yoko, unable to look at Jimin who was pulling his arm with force, and couldn't take his eyes off Seokjin: he was facing his worst nightmare and around him, the world no longer had any importance, everything had just faded away.

Seokjin was gone.