Seventeen years old when he broke my heart,
Seventeen day later when another picked up the piece,
Seventeen years together,
Seventeen thousand problem,
Seventeen days of reliving my past and finding a new future,
Seventeen minutes until I took my l...
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"WE ARE TOO old for this fucking bar. Everyone in this place is still in college," I complain, tipping back my bottle of beer and finishing it off.
My best friend ignores me, staring at something over my shoulder. I wave my hand in front of his face. "Hey, asshole. Are you listening to me?"
"Holy fuck, it's Park Chaeyoung. Damn, her tits look amazing,"Jimin says with a sigh as he gets up from his stool. "I'm going over there. She let me get to second base in high school, maybe she'll throw me a bone tonight."
I glance up at the stars when he yells her name and send up a silent prayer that the poor guy doesn't get punched in the face. Seventeen years since we've been out of high school and Jimin still has the mentality of a teenager when it comes to women. He's been a loyal friend through the years though and when I told him after graduation that I was following my life-long dream of becoming a fireman, he shrugged his shoulders and said "Alright. Sounds like a plan. When do we leave?"
We went into the fire academy together and always made sure we were assigned to the same firehouses, even when it meant transferring out of state after the one we worked for shut down seven years ago due to budget cuts. When Jimin decided he wanted to advance his career a few years ago by becoming a paramedic, I helped him study and made sure the new addition to his profession was utilized wherever we worked. Since both of our families still live in the same houses we grew up in, when a Captain's spot opened up the next city over from them, I came home and Jimin followed right behind me.
When Jimin suggested we go up to Slammers for a drink, it took a lot of cajoling from him to get me to agree. Slammers was our favorite bar when we were younger. We spent every weekend here hanging out with old friends and I spent most of that time staring at the front door waiting for her to walk in. After too many years spent thinking about the one that got away, Jimin finally put his foot down and told me I was being an idiot. What kind of guy still holds a torch for a girl he dated in high school? Someone he hasn't seen or talked to in over seventeen years? I put her out of my mind once and for all when I left town.
The next shout from Jimin has me choking on a sip of beer from the new bottle the waitress just set down in front of me.
"Damn, and Lalisa Manoban too? It's our lucky night,Kook!"
Hearing her name makes me feel lightheaded and I wonder for a minute if someone slipped something into my beer. I turn around slowly, thinking that it's possible Jimin made a mistake. What are the odds that she's here tonight, my first weekend back in town?
My eyes zero in on her immediately. It's hard not to when she's still the hottest girl in the room even after all this time. I look down and find the sexiest pair of fuck-me shoes I've ever seen and I let my gaze slide up her long, toned legs, past hips and a rack she didn't have at seventeen and finally rest on a face that causes all conscious thought to leave my head. I'd almost forgotten just how beautiful she is. Her full lips are covered in red lipstick and I have a sudden flashback of them wrapped around my dick when we were teenagers.
