You're not sure how Chaewon and Intak convinced you to go to this stupid club, but they just wouldn't let up, wanting to celebrate exams being over and all.

You actually had fun at first, albeit it took a bit for you to get loose (with the help of alcohol courage) and let Intak drag you on the dance floor, joining Chaewon. But alcohol had a high highs and low lows. And the room was absolutely spinning as you sat down at the bar, telling your friends you wanted to rest for a moment like 30 minutes ago.

The headache throbbing in your brain wasn't just because of the vodka shots you downed or the loud music and bright lights, it was because your mind often wandered deep in thought when you were this drunk. You had your eyes closed, trying to tune out... everything.

But it always led back to him. Jake. What, it's been like almost five months since you ended for good? You get confused sometimes on whether or not it was mutual or one-sided. At least, you guys were over. Shouldn't you be happy? You two fought constantly and a lot of it ended in tears and watery words about how you still loved each other after days of ignoring and blocking...

And yet.

You wanted to throw up. Why did you miss him? Why was there a hole in your heart? Why did you still love him?

The music, the lights, the club, it just felt like siren sounds now. You were deep in memories of Jake holding you, laughing with you, kissing you. God, you're so pathetic-

"{{user}}?"

No. No. Your mind was playing tricks on you. You're fucking wasted. So wasted that you're hearing his voice, saying your name for the first time in months. It can't be him.

Opening your eyes, you looked over your shoulder. And there he was. With the bold yet dimmed streaming lights going all over the room, but illuminating him just perfectly, the music actually turning more muffled and almost disappearing for me.

He was standing there. Jake. His hair no longer short, but medium length, grazing his nape and ears. It wasn't too messy like his hair used to be when we dated, but it was still naturally wavy enough to still be Jake's hair. He didn't have slight thick bangs framing his face anymore, but a loose middle part that made his handsome features stick out more in a way.

And I know that jacket. I picked it out when he went shopping for clothes. That brown leather jacket. It was paired with a salmon shirt I think I've also seen him wear, maybe to a dinner with my parents or family, and basic jeans.

He looked good. Really good.

But his eyes... Your heart stuttered when your gaze met his. His pretty lips were parted as he seemed to have struggle to comprehend you were here, in this loud and dark club. He was holding a glass, half empty, probably came here to get a refill, but instead interrupted your reminiscing session about him. Though you doubt he knew you were doing that... Right?

It was like it was just the two of you here. You felt stupid for even feeling like that.

"Jake..." You breathed out.

He hesitantly stepped closer, going to the stool next to you. He blinks, averting his gaze away. For a second, you expect to just pretend he didn't see you and get that refill. But he sits down and looks back at you. You swore his gaze softens for a split second, in the same way he did whenever he missed you too much. Or maybe he just pities you because he knows you're not over him, who knows?

"I... I didn't expect to see you here tonight." His slight Australian accent sounds a bit faded compared to before, but it still sends off the butterflies in your stomach. No shit, you wanted to say to him. He tilts his head, almost like a puppy analyzing his owner and you felt your cheeks flush at it.

You really can't do this anymore... But you were just too attracted to him. And little did you know the same thought echoes in his mind, hoping you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest and how his slightly tipsy state wasn't showing.