Kim Taehyung wears a lethargic smile, stretched and slow as he swings his head back slightly, allowing the contents of the beer to flow effortlessly through the neck of the bottle and down his throat. Despite being the birthday boy, he’d been forgotten in the mass, overshadowed by one woman — Park Chaeyoung. 

He isn’t jealous. 

If anything, he believes that she’d earned the right to sit sovereignly on the throne.

She sits opposite to him, far enough that the other boys could trust him not to do anything stupid in front of them but near enough that he sits perfectly angled to watch as she holds an empty beer bottle by the neck, singing a song he can’t quite hear. Her expression spreads of complete bliss, cheeks flushed wine across plump cheeks and the slight bite on her lower lip as brows frown in disapproval, realising that she’d sung the words wrong. Park Chaeyoung was a woman known for her calm composure and professional stance, but tonight, she’d fallen into the pressure of soju and beer. 

She wasn’t the kind of woman who’d indulge in such cheap liquor in fact, he’d only ever see her order either wine or whiskey on ice, depending on how hard of a day she’d have and so, a part of him wonders whether it’s because with others, she’d get intoxicated faster.

He’s a little buzzed himself, he knows, as he quickly moves onto his feet, dragging shoed heels onto the other side of the room as