Insomniac is the hottest nightclub in Los Angeles for young adults, nineteen and above but below the thirties, it is an exclusive and a private nightclub geared towards teens that come from wealthy families or young celebrities in Hollywood. It is a prestigious club that totally discriminates against those who come from a lowly family background, not because it turns away people with a low status in society but because it is expensive, from the entry to the membership, drinks, and snacks. It is a hot spot featuring well-known dance music and DJs. It has a large dance area and lounges, the bar which is highly guarded because of its strict code to not serve the underage teens that hang out there-has the top-notch drinks internationally- from beers, Soju and Sake but even their non-alcoholic drinks are top of the class. 

“Come on,” says Jimin, he clinks his glass with Taehyung and Mina. He gulps down the drink and slams the shot glass on the table, unstable he grabs another glass and downs it. Taehyung and Mina exchange glances,

“He has been in a cheery mood for the past days,” says Mina. Taehyung stares at his friend and shrugs his shoulders, he takes another shot. Jimin stands up holding the bottle of vodka, swaying side to side as he tries to get a balance of himself, it is known among his friends, that whenever he drinks, it is because he is in a good mood, he rarely drinks alcohol or goes to clubs. Once he starts to drink though he cannot stop until he drinks to the point of passing out. He holds up the bottle,

“C-c-c-come onnn!” he says waving the bottle, “Leeets partyyyyy!” he loses his balance and falls back on the couch dropping the bottle but not enough to break it, he burst out laughing. He closes his eyes, Taehyung and Mina lift him up, holding him, Taehyung places a five-hundred-dollar tip on the table and holding Jimin side by side they walk out of the club. Jimin mumbles a few words unintelligible as his friends lead him towards the car they came together, they were drunk but not as much as Jimin who was passed out. Mr. Steven, Jimin’s family driver and his chauffeur since he was a child opens the door for them as they drag Jimin.

“His mom is gonna kills us for letting him drink this much,” says Mina.

Taehyung laughs, “That is why is he going to sleep it off at my house,” he replies, “I’m not dealing with his parents, I never take him home when he is drunk like this.”

Mina shakes her head, “Call me when you guys get home,” she says and walks to her car, where her taxi was waiting for her. Taehyung climbs into the car beside Jimin, Jimin lays his head on his shoulder, mumbling something Taehyung cannot make out.

Jimin tosses and rolls on the bed. He turns to the other side and still sleeping and eyes blurry he sits up slowly, gathering his thoughts and taking in his surroundings. As soon as he saw a picture of a painting of the ocean on the wall, he knew he was at Taehyung’s house. He looks at the black pajamas he was in, his brain pounding against his skull, he presses his head with his hands trying to make it stop throbbing, the door opens and Taehyung walks in, with a bottle of water and a bottle of aspirin,

“Finally,” he says, “I thought you were gonna sleep all day.” He places them on top of the drawer,

Jimin glares at him, “Can you not be so loud? My head is killing me.”

Taehyung laughs, “Who told you to drink like there is no tomorrow?” Jimin glares at him again but starts to feel woozy, he collects himself and gets off the bed,

“Hurry up,” says Taehyung, “Let’s eat, I’m starving, your clothes are in the drawer, so take some from my closet.” Jimin watches him as he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. .

After showering and taking the aspirin, he felt a little refreshed even though his head was still throbbing, he walks to the dining room where Taehyung was sitting, his parents were nowhere to be seen, they must’ve gone to work. He sits across from him, with a plate of whole-grain toasted strawberry waffles, muffins, a glass of banana and mango smoothie with Yogurt Parfaits in front of him. He takes a bite of waffles, 

“Oh, please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid,” he says, staring at Taehyung. 

“How would I know,” replies Taehyung, “I was drunk too.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, he knew Taehyung never liked getting drunk, he would drink but never pass his limit, he always stops after two glasses, no matter the occasion, he would always become the designated person who always takes Jimin home, it has been this way since high school.

“Ya, stop bullting me,” says Jimin, “Did I do something stupid.” 

Taehyung sighs, “Your friends were with you, we wouldn’t let you make a fool of yourself, asides from fighting with people on the dance floor, falling and throwing up all over me and my room, hugging me and kicking me off the bed, Nah you didn’t do anything stupid.”

They both burst out laughing,

“Oh, you kept saying ‘he is coming back,’ “says Taehyung, curious he stares at his friend, “Who is he?” 

Jimin’s face flushes red, he runs his hand through his hair and goes back to eating, he is in a good mood since Jungkook told him he was planning on coming back to Los Angeles after the track season was over, just the thought of seeing Jungkook made him happy. He giggles, Taehyung clears his throat, Jimin looks at him,

“That is a goofy smile you have on you,” he says, “Only two things can you giggle like that,” he places his finger on his chin, “hmmm, you either got accepted into the dance academy or you finally have a boyfriend.” 

Jimin throws a piece of strawberry at him,

“Stop guessing,” he says, “I’ll tell you, guess who I contacted me last week?” Taehyung shrugs his shoulder,

“Come on.”

“I really don’t know.” 

Jimin grips his necklace and smiles, “Than I won’t tell you.” Taehyung shoves a waffle in his mouth and gulps down a glass of milk.

“Than don’t tell me,” he says looking at his friend, annoyed Jimin continues to eat his breakfast.

“Does it have to do with your necklace?” says Taehyung, giving in to his friend’s request, Jimin chuckles and nods his head,

“Were you finally able to get a hold of Jungkook?” asks Taehyung.

“Yes,” says Jimin excited, “After his track season is over, he plans on coming back to Los Angeles.”

Taehyung was silent for a second while Jimin basks in the news,

“Track season starts when school opens," says Taehyung, “You do realize that he probably means next year right?”

“What?” Jimin says, slamming the table with eyes wide open, “No way!” 

“I mean did you ask him if it was this summer break or next year?” inquires Taehyung,

Jimin sits down, disappointed, he was excited, he never bothered to ask Jungkook, if he meant next month or next year, Taehyung is right, they are already on summer break so if Jungkook is planning on coming back after the track season is over, he probably means next year. His head drops on the table,

“Arghhhh! I'm such an idiot!”