Chapter 4: Drunk Waltzing and Confessions

Flashing pink, blue, and yellow lights littered the club as the group of semi-intoxicated students stumbled in. Squinting at the ceiling, Miya looked back to check that the rest her friends made it into the club without injury. As she began to count the number of heads filing in behind her, she suddenly lost footing while stepping backwards. Trying to right herself, Miya turned around far too quickly for a girl a couple drinks in, and she couldn’t help but stumble into a sturdy body behind her.

Miya looked a pair of eyes that seemed to giggle the same way the owner did as he helped her to her feet. Miya wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the alcohol finally kicking in, but she couldn’t help but wonder how she never noticed Jimin’s beautiful brown eyes before. Then again, they had never been in such close vicinity even in a club setting so she quickly dispelled her thoughts from her brain. Muttering a quick thanks to Jimin, Miya gathered herself before Minjun reminded her that she didn’t have to take care of anyone tonight - that was his job.

Reluctantly shirking her usual role as the mom, Miya followed Jimin and Minjun towards the bar as the rest of the group diffused into the crowd. As the trio settled into their seats, Miya recognized a warm shade of brown flitting in the corner of her eye. Banishing the thought of Jungkook from her mind, she focused on the bartender as he approached her friends with a gummy smile.

“I think I owe you a drink, Miya. Pick your poison for tonight” Minjun directed towards Miya with a smirk. Not to be outdone, Jimin piped up with, “Me too! Let me buy you a drink too, Miya!”

“Guys, guys. I’m not trying to get hammered tonight! I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” With Miya’s newly granted permission, Jimin and Minjun nodded towards each other as a pair devilish grins appeared on their faces.

“Three shots of 151. Flaming, please.” Minjun aimed at the bartender. Mouth open, Miya sat appalled.

“Guys! I meant something more like a cocktail, not a shot of guaranteed black out!”

“Too late - we’ll get something girly the next round. Loosen up, Miya! Tonight’s your night!” said Jimin, flashing his iconic eye smile.

Across the club Jungkook was downing his own shot, accompanied with a crew of his own, complete with one girl for each male around the table. As the guys drank shot after shot to the intoxicating beat of the music, the girls grew antsier as their pleas to enter the dance floor got louder and louder. Finally, when Jungkook and his friends were drunk enough by his standards, each male led his date towards the crowd in the center of the floor. Bodies moved against bodies as sweat dripped down the hot, clump of young adults dancing in ritual to the beat. Despite being lost in the sea of people, Jungkook’s eyes transfixed on a glimpse of soft, coffee colored hair tossed carelessly behind a shoulder.

Shivering a little, Miya set her shot glass down and quickly wiped the corners of . She reached up to tie her hair up into a ponytail after she brushed her hair back behind her ears. After the first round of shots, Jimin had coaxed another set out of Miya and she was starting to feel the heat rising in her cheeks from the alcohol.

“Okay guys, I think we’re good on the liquor for now. How about we all get some nice mixed drinks? One royal flush, please!” urged Miya.

“Make that two!” Jimin chimed in.

The bartender walked over to their side of the bar with a cocktail in hand. Surprised, Minjun questioned, “Already? You guys are really stepping your game up with how fast your drinks are coming out.”

Shaking his head, the bartender replied, “This is actually for the miss, sent over by someone who has a table in the club. He didn’t want me to disclose his name unfortunately,” the bartender finished off with a wink. “Your drinks will be right up!”

“Man, girls get all the luck. I want someone to buy me drinks just because I’m pretty!” whined Jimin.

Ignoring his indirect compliment, Miya chided, “Aish Jimin, it’s not like you don’t get girls buying you drinks anyway. Just use some aegyo on the noona over there and you’re set!”

Pouting, Jimin replied, “but she’s not you!”

Miya pouted back, deciding to humor Jimin’s act and taunted him, “but you said you’d buy me drinks tonight, oppa!”

Wavering a little, Jimin tried to stay in character before breaking, “Aish fine!” Grumbling, he protested, “You cheated though! You never call me oppa unless you want something.”

Snickering, Miya aimed Jimin a cheshire grin as she sipped from her newly delivered cocktail. Minjun smiled fondly as the two continued to bicker, arguing over whether playing a drinking game at the bar was a good idea or not. Eventually, Miya gave in as she really couldn’t resist Jimin’s aegyo when he was trying - intoxicated or not. After ordering and finishing a couple bottles of soju between the both of them, Minjun could tell both Miya and Jimin were well on their way towards getting drunk.

“Jimiiiiiiiiin! I feel so antsy just sitting down...let’s go dance!” drawled Miya as she quickly rose and grabbed Jimin by the arms. Leading him to the dance floor, Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at how cute Miya was acting. It’s so nice to see her let loose for once.

Despite feeling like she was in tip top condition, Miya stumbled into grinding couple in the middle of floor as she jived backwards to the beating music. Disregarding her small mishap, Miya grabbed Jimin’s arms for support, rebounding off the couple into his chest. She quickly apologized and wrapped her arms around Jimin, inhibitions be damned.

The song carried on while Jimin drew Miya closer to his body, nerves on edge as he settled his arms on