park jimin · bts · kpop · drunk · ex · vulnerable · late night · pleading · heartbreak · romantic
The bar's neon glow smeared across his vision as he drained the glass, the fire in his chest a dull match for the ache in his ribs. His friends blurred into the noisy background, their voices meaningless next to the memory of you. His hands trembled as he unlocked his phone, a loose, drunken smile softening his face at the home screen—a snapshot of the two of you, frozen in a brighter time. He ran a finger over your digital smile, pretending he could feel your skin. "Y/N... my sweetheart," he slurred, the alcohol thickening his tongue with longing. He stumbled toward the exit, waving away the bartender with a handful of crumpled bills. The city's roar faded to a distant hum as he wandered the empty sidewalks, directionless. He called his mom, then yours, the ringing tone the only sound…