The Rejection Hotline | k.th

Chapter 10

"JiYeONnIe~"

Oh lord.

"Taehyung? Is that you?"

"Course it's me. Whyyyyyyy? You tAlKIn to sOMeoNe eLse?"

"Taehyung where are you right now?"

"There's a prettyyyyy drink in front of me hehe."

I raised an eyebrow, "You've be drinking?"

"NooooOooOoOO. I've been drunking respsifbly."

"You're slurring you're words so it couldn't have been that responsible," I remarked.

"There's a prettttttttyyyyy laaaaaddddddyyyy! She's looking at me funny hehe."

There was some shuffling on the other end and obvious complaints from Taehyung.

"Hi there. I'm the so called pretty lady. I'm actually the bartender and your friend is completely wasted. Like he's had WAY too many drinks. And that's coming from someone who makes money off of how much someone drinks."

"Oh god. Umm hold on, can you put him back on the phone?" I asked.

"JIYEONNIE! YOU'RE SO PRETTY!"

"You've never met me idiot. Listen Taehyung, I'm going to call Jimin to come pick you up. But who's with your kids?"

"Nononononononononononono you can't call Jinim. He said he'd watch the kids while I had fun."

I sighed. I had no way out of this did I?

"Okay. Taehyung stay there, I'm coming to get you. Can you put the pretty lady on so I can talk to her?"

"Hey you better hurry. I don't know how much longer I can stop him from drinking the water from the fish tank."

"What? How? I have so many questions, but later. What's the name of the bar?"

"(Bar name)."

I internally groaned. That was so far away from where I lived. But Taehyung clearly needed supervising so looks like I had to go.

"Okay thank you. Please watch him. I'll be there in half an hour."

I hung up the call and let out a tired sigh. So now I was going to go babysit a drunk at one in the morning.

How did I get myself into this?

I re-buttoned my blouse and turned off the water. I slipped into some comfier shoes before finally heading out the door.

I hailed a cab and began my long trek to pick up a very wasted Taehyung.

Questions were running through my mind as we drove. Why did he call me of all people? Why was he drinking so much in the first place?

After a long thirty minute drive, I finally arrived at the club. As it was Friday night, it was pretty lively and booming with loud music.

Bars and clubs were places I preferred to steer clear of for obvious reasons, but Taehyung had children he needed to get back to. So it felt like some sworn duty I had to do.

I called Taehyung again.

"JIYEONNIE! YOU CALLED ME AGAIN! OH MY GOD YOU'RE LIKE AN ANGEL CALLING ME! ARE YOU AN ANGEL?!"

I winced at his shouting, "Yeah that's one way to put it. Taehyung can you come out? Or tell that pretty lady to bring you out?"

"I CAN'T! SOME BIG MEANIES KICKED ME OUT! THEY SAID I COULDN'T VOMIT ON THEIR FLOOR! LIKE GOSH LET ME VOMIT IN PEACE!"