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"You sure you want another one?"

The bartender looks at me with a judging expression on his face, his brows slightly raised as he leans over the bar studying my features.

I sigh out, a resigned and weary one. It signals the end of deliberate effort, the small huff almost leaving my lips unnoticed. Rolling my eyes before trying to focus on the bartender that are a tad bit too close, I squint my eyes at him.

"I pay you to do s—so." I hiccup, the previous drinks catching up on me as I sit in inner Seoul on a random pub feeling sorry for myself.

I ended up traveling in time, ended up the right place — but wrong time. The hopeless despair led me here, the comfort within the fairly cute bartender and the mixed drinks taking my mind of the current mess that I have to deal with.

Some other time.

The bartender shrugs his shoulders at me, a small chuckle leaving his mouth. He then turns around and mixes yet another drink of diet coke and rum, the toxic mixture making sure I'll have a headache tomorrow.

He hands over the cold glass, the ice clinking in the brown liquid, my eyes widening before I take a huge gulp of the drink. I purse out my lips, closing my eyes in satisfaction.

This is what I needed.

I lean back in the stool chair, swirling around with my eyes closed. I start giggling, spinning the chair faster and faster, the world flashing by my drowsy eyes as my laughter increases in the fairly busy bar on this Friday night.

The television is turned on in the background, various music videos playing in the background of the small chitter chatter lingering in the warm atmosphere.

My laughter stops abrupt feeling a firm hand take ahold of my spinning chair.

My body is slow to react, the sudden contact making me jolt to the side, tilting and tilting and. . .
Two hands now grasping at my lower back makes me snap my head to the intruder, my eyes catching the not-so-cute-any-longer bartender.

"You okay babe?" He says, his eyes a tad too cocky for my drunk mind.

"I'm f—" I hiccup, "Fine. Now let go of me."

"You don't like this?" He husks, his face nearing my own more, the sudden warmth from his body reaching mine as he leans in further.

That's when I feel it.

The nausea clawing at my throat, trying to force it down the bile, but it's too late.

Coughing out, my stomach contracts violently forcing every freaking diet coke and rum up and out of my system — only to land perfectly at the guys white shirt. His face filled with disgust as he looks down at himself.

I feel my face burn, the combination of being drunk and shameless too much for me to handle apparently.

"You're fucking gross!" He yells — almost frantic as he runs out of the bar making his way to the bathrooms, cursing loudly on his way there.

I can't help letting out a small giggle, my lips rolling against each other as I put my thudding head on the desk.

I sneak out a peppermint gum from my backpocket, my stomach thanking me for finally chewing on something instead of drinking it.

The door opens all of a sudden, more tipsy drinkers celebrating followed by loud cheering and roars — but my blurred mind has no time to register before noticing the small television displaying the debut title of the rookie-group BTS.

I swallow, my heavy head rising from the table as I tilt it back my eyes narrowing at the small screen.

I raise my hand and point at the screen, a smile curling up on my glossy lips as I turn my head to the side, looking swiftly at the guy that is sitting the closest to me.

"You see those guys? BTS? They're going to attend the Grammy's in 2019."
I huff, my eyes darting back to the screen.

"Oh yeah? How do you know?"
The unknown man responds, his voice somehow familiar to me — the deep and manly tone making my ears peak up.

I furrow my brows, looking straight into the air before turning slowly on the stool chair, making sure I won't tilt over again.

Next to me is a very tall and lean man, his upper body covered by a plain white t-shirt paired with some black, loose trousers.
His hair black and styled, but still tugged inside a cap that reveals a side-cut on the right side of his head, adding texture to his look. His brown eyes studies my obviously tipsy posture, widening as he awaits my respond. His lips are thick and pink, his cheeks and jawline slightly soft.

Cute dimples appear as he smiles at me, his shining eyes crinkling up eyeing me.

Kim Namjoon.

I slap myself on the forehead, burying my face in my warm hands as I turn on the stool once more, my face red in embarrassment.

This can't be happening again.

He chuckles as he scoots closer to me, his hand making my stool turn in his direction again.

"It's my dream to go to the Grammy's one day. Are you an ARMY?" His soft voice reaches my ears once more making me dart my eyes up and meet his smiling gaze.

"You could say that. . ." I muffle out, scratching my neck in an attempt of distracting him.

Joy fills his eyes, an almost surprising look gracing his gorgeous features. He smiles, the cute dimples appearing once again making my heart soften.

That's when I realize.

"Are— are you here alone?" I suddenly blurt out, blinking a few times as my stare falls upon him.

"No. We're all here. We're celebrating the debut. You want me to introduce you?"

I gulp, feeling my heart pound hard against my ribcage, my pulse increasing in such a haste. I nod slowly.

"That would be g—great."

I swallow.

My mind flickers as my wobbly legs follows Namjoon's slick body through the masses, my non-sober sight making me squint my eyes in concentration.

And there they were.

Trying to stay as calm as possible my eyes lands on the six other men enjoying their night out.

Feeling like I can drown in this air, the suffocating noise mixing with people moving past me, I stare blankly at them from a distance before Namjoon tugs at my arm making me move forward.

"Guys look who I found — she listens to our music!" Namjoon yells trying to take away the men's attention from the soju shots placed in front of them and to my trembling body instead.

They turn their head at the sound of their leaders voice, all of their eyes landing on me. I feel my cheeks getting warm feeling them studying me, noticing that Taehyung haven't turned around yet.

"Her name is. . . I'm sorry what is your name exactly?" Namjoon chuckles, leading his hands up to his mouth as he grins embarrassed.

My eyes are on my feet, afraid to meet their gazes.

"Jia?"

I freeze.

The familiar voice making me hold my breath, slowly lifting my head to meet Taehyung's furrowed brows — a small smile gracing his gorgeous lips.

I repay his smile, my mouth opening to speak — but I stop in my tracks as I see the smaller man next to him and his lingering eyes on my body.

The thick low-setted eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, rummaging in the back of his mind. His small brown cat-shaped eyes, almost glimmering in the flashing lights — even smaller due to him squinting them, Yoongi's lips pursed out as he puts a fair, long finger to his temple.

Doesn't he remember me?

"You guys know each other?" The broad-shouldered man next to Yoongi asks, his brown hair hanging down loosely in his soft eyes.

Jin looks confused between me and Taehyung, both of us speechless as all of the other men stare at us with furrowed brows.

"Yeah— we do. We definitely do."
Taehyung manages to let out before he moves to me, bringing out his arms taking me into a warm embrace.

I snuggle into his chest, the feeling of being safe making my own chest warm up. He rubs my back gently, before he whispers on the top of my head. 

"What are you doing here Jia?"

I sigh out in frustration, before muffling against the soft material of his striped t-shirt.

"Tae— I'm really drunk. . ." I hiccup, making a chuckle leave him, his body humming softly.

He takes a step back from me before looking at the dumbfounded men on the couch beside us.
He points a finger at me, making me wave an awkward hand in their direction, mentally scolding myself.

"I'm Kang Jia. Hi guys."

"She's a friend of mine and she's coming home with us tonight boys."

Taehyung grins seeing the dropping mouths of the other men, their eyes widening as they all collectively swallows.

What I don't know is how the effect of my full name had occupied Yoongi's thoughts for the rest of the night, his body restless as he retrieved to his bed after a long day with promotions and celebration.

His mind was occupied by the familiar ringing of my voice, somehow making blurred memories flash by as he closed his eyes that night.

My face pondering at the back of his head, my familiar smile, eyes, lips, the way I stuttered in a nervous matter. Hours passed by and the only thing he could think about was that familiar girl.

Late at night, sleepless tossing and turning in the small bunk bed his eyes opened abrupt, a soft huff leaving him as he rolled his lips together in amusement.

"I do know her." 

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