Click click, click click, click click. I groaned in frustration, continuing to click my pen as I sat at my desk, unable to write anything.
I mean, come on! Suicide notes are usually about saying goodbye to those that you love, but I just want to say ‘Fuck you all.'
I threw my pen at the wall, and went to my mini fridge, which was located on a mahogany dresser. I grabbed a six pack of beer, and popped one open, chugging half of its contents.
I grabbed my pen, and sat back down at my desk.
“Yoongi!” I heard my friend Taehyung yell, as my front door slammed shut. I quickly rushed to put away any indication of me wanting to commit suicide. “Yoongi!?”
“I’m in my room!” I yelled back, chugging the rest of my can. My door opened, and taehyung came in, closing the door behind him. “Hey hyung,” he said, sitting down on my bed, looking at me.
I smiled slightly at him, and handed him three cans of beer. “Thanks.” Taehyung said opening one, and taking a long swing.
“Namjoon cheated on me again.” Taehyung slurred, rocking side to side, after finishing his fifth can of beer. “I caught him in bed with Jin again.
Can you believe it!? This is the fourth time I have caught them together, and I just now dumped his ass.” My eyes drooped slightly.
“I don’t see how you could have ever liked that piece of shit.” I stated, my words beginning to slur. Taehyung scoffed, and stood up, stumbling towards me.
“You know,” he slurred, sitting down on my lap. I arched an eyebrow at him, and he smiled.
“We need to go clubbing.” Taehyung said cheerfully, jumping off of my lap, and dancing around my room. He giggled, falling onto my bed.
“Let’s go.” I stood up, and he quickly climbed off my bed, and cheered happily.I grabbed my phone, and car keys, then we made our way out to my car.
“Can I get two irish Bombs?” I asked the bartender.
“Are you new in town? I’ve never seen you here before.” I shook my head, not wanting to yell too much. “Just turn eighteen?” He tried again.
“I’m twenty-two!” I yelled. The bartender smirked, as he handed me my order. I paid him, then told him to keep the change.
“Yoongi what’s taking you so long!?” Taehyung shouted, coming up to me, just as I had paid the bartender.
“It’s crowded!” I yelled back, handing him his drink.
“Cheers!” We both said, before clanking our cups together, then chugging or drinks.
“Let’s go party!” Taehyung shouted, as we made our way onto the dance floor.
NEXT PART COMING SOON