Dear Neighbour

→ TWENTY-ONE

Namjoon is drunk would be an understatement.

The dude was hammered, he kept catching the laser beams hitting his clothes with his palms and kept making inhuman noises when he couldn't get a hold of it. The Yoonmin couple were grinding against each other on the dance floor, while the Taekook couple shoved their tongues down into each other's throats. And there was Namjoon sat on a stool right beside the horny couple Taekook, drinking his brains out.

He couldn't see s**t anymore

Then he felt someone take a seat next to his, he looked at them but he couldn't decipher if this was a woman or a man. But he was too drunk to care, he turned towards this person and said..

"Are you a parking ticket?"

"Why?"

The voice replied, it was soft and had a velvet feel to it, a familiar velvet feel to it. Namjoon scrunched his eyebrows together trying to see this person's face.

“Oh? Skinny-sausage-arms?"

Namjoon slurred still squinting his eyes to confirm his hunch.

"Who?"

The stranger's voice was like earsex for Namjoon. He looked at the person again with blurry sight, it was actually the guy who threw air punches at his door. Namjoon thinks he looks so cute in his pink sweater, he wore it on the day they met, the day Namjoon spilled juice on this person.

"I'm sorry about the juice I spilled on you"

Namjoon grumbled his words incoherent, Namjoon downed the drink in his shot glass before turning back to face the stranger again.

"What jui-"

"You smell like air freshener"

Namjoon is the weird drunk. There are different types of drunk people, and he was the weird one. He sniffed the person and held their collar in his fists pulling the stranger closer to his alcohol infested breath. This sausage-arms person was good looking, Namjoon thought as he tried so hard to keep his eyes on this person in front of him.

Namjoon found himself smooching this person, his tongue slipping into their mouth but it doesn't feel right at all. He doesn't feel anything. it was a plain boring kiss. He pulled his swollen lips away from the sausage-arms' horrible kissing --and breath, he might add.

But even in his hammered state, super nice Namjoon is still there. He still felt guilty for pouring juice all over him and he didn't even know his name.

"What's your name?"

He asked, already preparing an apology speech in his head, but his head spins a bit and his vision changes a little, the person's face in front of him slowly warped into another face.

Namjoon was confused. this was definitely not sausage-arms, the one in front of him was suddenly a person with black hair, an ugly bowl cut, and eyes that are too small.

"I'm Hanjae"

Their voice also changed, not the same soft and velvety one that Namjoon heard earlier. Namjoon stood from his stool not bothering to talk to this person anymore. He tried to stand on his feet, he scanned the room with blurry vision as he looked for his friends.

He literally couldn't see s**t.

He found his way out of the bar and stumbled upon bushes and some rocks then he walked and walked until his feet had carried him in front of a wooden bench. He was too drunk to take another step, so he dropped down on the bench and laid there in a fetal position feeling really sleepy.