Chapter One (1/1)

Another drop of alcohol in his system does it.The earsplitting sounds and beats reverberating throughout club Black Bird becomes nothing but white noise to his ears. The feeling of pain his body is screaming and the strings of if’s and but’s his brain is releasing throbs inside his head dangerously, and he lifts a hand to his temples to try and massage the doubts out of him. “Fuck,” he curses out loudly to nobody in particular – his words mingling with the smell of alcohol in the air and drowning out to nothing in the music. He tries standing up and nearly collapses at the weight of half drunkenness and the heavy atmosphere of the club. His hands desperately slap against the countertop of the bar in attempt to keep standing, and the bartender shoots him a concerned look. He waves him off when the server takes a step towards him, so he shrugs and goes back to serving drinks, as worrying about customers isn’t part of his job anyways.It takes a while, but he has finally adjusted to standing up and walking without toppling over every second. Strings of profanities escape his mouth as each step he takes towards the dance floor shoots more invisible punches to the side and back of his head. “Why the fuck did I listen to Jongin, that bitch,” he mutters out as he walks a little slower to calm his raging headache down.“Have you ever tried getting drunk?” Jongin asked, sitting on the sofa and watching Luhan fix his hair through the mirror hanging besides the front door of their shared apartment. Luhan shook his head no. “Oh, well you should try. It’s nice knowing that you’re not the only sober one when you’re doing your thing.”“Why would I care if I’m the only sober one? Besides, I want to make sure I’m coherent enough to make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” Luhan replied while angling his head from side to side to make sure every part of him was picture perfect.“Isn’t going out and fucking strangers stupid enough?” Jongin deadpanned and Luhan was shocked at the sudden outburst of his friend. “What the fuck, Jongin? Are you trying to make me hate you?” Luhan spat out, turning his head to glare at his best friend of 12 years. The fire in his eyes was enough to make Jongin soften. “Sorry,” he muttered out, defeated. “I’m just trying to help. It’s just every time you come home from your little routine, you always look heartbroken. If you drink, you won’t keep track of the feelings you get when you’re with someone in bed. I just don’t want you to remember your one night stands, I know how attached you can get.” Luhan didn’t know if that was an insult hidden inside caring words, but he dropped his glare anyways. Silence blanketed the atmosphere between the two friends for a while, the sound of the clock on the wall hitting 11 p.m. t