Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, some swearing
Word count: 7.5k (aka my death)
Synopsis: You get lucky in Amsterdam, in more ways than one.
A/N: This is something I got inspired to write on my trip to Amsterdam and tbh, who would fit this better than journalism student!Taehyung? Please stay safe if you do couchsurfing or think of doing it. My thanks go out to @thules@ayyosuga and @sydist for beta-ing this and Milky Chance for keeping me awake and inspiring me with their wonderful music (check my boys out and listen to their new album while reading this). This is my take on the @kwritersnet prompt event and I hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated :)
You huffed as you stepped into the dimly lit bar, the smell of alcohol and weed filling your nose and you looked around to see a little booth with no one in. Walking towards it, you slowly slipped your backpack off your shoulders, gently throwing it into the booth as you sighed in content while you slumped down on the red leather bench.
You had been wandering around Amsterdam the whole day, your shoulders cramping and feet burning. Your host had canceled you for an ‘urgent matter’ right when you arrived, right when you were stepping out of the train. Your mind raced in confusion and anger but you shrugged and carried on with your plan for the weekend. Opening the Couchsurfing app and asking for help, you knew you’d find another couch to sleep on.
So there you were, your head in your hands as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths to calm your racing heart. A friendly waiter walked up to you and took your order, which consisted of a Screwdriver and a glass of water. You desperately needed something to get your mind off the tiring walk through the city, the pain in your back and feet and the pounding in your head. Your lips were attached to the straw as soon as the drinks arrived and you closed your eyes at the heavenly taste that seemed to ease your mind, relaxing your tense body, leaving it in a pleasant tingling state.
The peace was interrupted by your buzzing phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and let your fingers ghost over the Couchsurfing app, the notification being a message from a guy called Taehyung Kim. Furrowing your brows and opening the message, you felt your heart pounding at its content.
Taehyung Kim: I saw your host canceled, you can come to my place. It’s just a few blocks from the bar you’re sitting in.
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