My mind was a blur of emotions.
The pain in my chest was overwhelming, a constant reminder of Minho.
As I chugged down the glass filled with soju, It burned my throat but I gladly welcomed the numb sensation it brought.
The bright lights in the club seemed blurred and hazy in my vision.
Mirroring my life.
oh god,
I am such a mess
Physically and mentally.
suddenly I was on my feet, I grabbed Seungmin's hand and pulled him to the dance floor "What are you doing Jisung?" His voice was muffled. I didn't say anything.
My eyes were closed and I had a stupid broken smile on my face. I held Seungmin's hand in mine and my body swayed left to right.
but then suddenly,
I let go of Seungmin's hand and stumbled towards the restroom.
I pushed through the door and leaned heavily against the sink, trying to catch my breath.
The sweat made the hair that I curled stuck to my face everywhere. My eyes shook as I caught my reflection in the mirror.
I felt like throwing up.
A voice came from behind and startled me.
"Does it hurt?"
