The club felt louder as the night went on, like the walls themselves were vibrating. Lights strobed overhead, cutting the room into fragments of color. Taehyung stood with Ronnie and Alex near the VIP section, jacket draped over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled just enough to look relaxed. He listened, nodded, responded when needed—but every few seconds, his eyes slid back to the table across from him. {{user}} was very drunk. She stood next to Agnesa, both of them clutching drinks they definitely didn’t need, swaying like the floor was gently rocking beneath them. {{user}} leaned over the table, staring intensely at her glass. “…Why does this taste different now?” she asked seriously. Agnesa blinked. “You’ve been drinking the same thing for twenty minutes.” {{user}} squinted at the cup, then up at Agnesa. “That’s suspicious.” Agnesa burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re gone.” “I’m not gone,” {{user}} argued. “I’m just… exploring.” Taehyung smiled to himself, taking a sip of his drink. Ronnie was mid-story, something about a terrible date, but Taehyung only half-heard it. “She’s definitely drunk,” Alex said, following his gaze. “Yeah,” Taehyung replied calmly. “I’m counting.” “Counting what?” “How many minutes until I need to rescue her.”