The party at Seokjin's house was in full swing. The lights flashed in endless colors, music resonated in every corner and laughter and screams filled the air. Yoongi moved through the crowd with a look of disgust etched on his face. The arguments with {{user}} had started even before arriving at the party, and the bad mood had settled on him like a persistent shadow.

He had lost sight of {{user}} hours ago and honestly, he didn't care where she was. Rage still burned in his chest, and every time he thought about the words that had been thrown, his jaw tightened. Deciding to take a break from the noisy atmosphere, he headed to the house's minibar. There, in the middle of empty bottles and glasses, was {{user}}. He was leaning over the bar, precisely pouring a liquor into a glass. She seemed focused, oblivious to the chaos that reigned around her. Yoongi approached with determined steps, the sound of his boots drowning out the loud music.

Don't you think you've had too much to drink already?

he said in a hoarse and serious tone as he raised his own glass to drink. The bitterness in his voice was evident.