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jeon jungkook was not a party person. by that, he didn’t often attend them and, therefore, had a terrible alcohol tolerance. jimin was the one asking him to go, though, so there was no way he could turn him down. jungkook had a weird weakness towards jimin (whether he liked to admit it or not).
hence, why jeon jungkook, not-a-party-person, was nearly blackout drunk at some random guy’s house at 2am on a tuesday night. the best way to spend a weekday, really.
it started like this: one drink to “join the fun”, another because the first was good, then another and another and another because jungkook was an idiot with absolutely no idea what limits are. if someone were to dare him to jump off a bridge, he would one hundred percent do it just to prove that he could.
“jungkookie!” even jimin was slurring his words and stumbling on his feet. “you have had waaaaay too much!”
jungkook giggled, leaning onto jimin’s shoulder. “so have youuuu, hyung.”
“i think you’ve both had too much.” taehyung pitched in, but he also had a cup of some awful combination of numerous different alcohol beverages in his hand so he was not one to talk.
“how about all three of you have a seat for a moment,” another voice sounded behind jungkook, making him jump in fright. he whirled around just as jimin yelled “YOONGI HYUNG” at the top of his lungs.
”yoongi hyung” was the most beautiful man jungkook had ever seen in his life, no exaggeration. beautiful black hair, cat like eyes and lips turned up at the corners, collarbones on show from the low neck black shirt he was wearing. sober jungkook would probably have run away in the face of someone so gorgeous.
however, jungkook was not sober, so he took a step forward. “you’re breaking the law.”
yoongi tilted his head in confusion, a crease between his eyebrows. “how so?”
“you are…” jungkook tripped forward, jabbing a finger at yoongi’s chest. oh, what a nice chest. “you are hot and that’s illegal. 911, what’s your emergency. hello. i am witnessing a murder.”
good thing yoongi was directly in front of him to catch him when he tripped forward a little too much and nearly toppled himself right over. jungkook could actually feel the vibrations of yoongi’s laugh against his own chest, and real sirens seemed to be going off in his mind.
“jimin, i think your friend really needs to go to either bed or a hospital at this point.” yoongi patted jungkook’s hair. jungkook squawked in indignance.
“i don’t need to go anywhere! i am.. i am sooo good.” jungkook pulled himself from yoongi’s grasp, crouching down with fists outstretched. “i don’t listen to hot guys when they don’t like fun. fight me!”
“no thank you, kid.” yoongi smiled with a strange fondness. “i have a bed in the next room you can lie on.”
“no!” jungkook cried, pushing his fists towards yoongi as a sign of ‘please fight me, i’m drunk and don’t know how to express attraction correctly’. “fight.”
“jungkookie, stooop.” jimin giggled, clearly making no attempt to stop jungkook. taehyung just rolled his eyes. when yoongi made no move to fight jungkook as he wished, jungkook decided to take matters into his own hands and swing the first punch.
jeon jungkook was drunk, an idiot, and punched himself directly in the face. rest in pieces, dignity.
the first thing jungkook registered was the fact his mouth felt like it had had several cotton wool balls shoved in it. the second thing he registered was that he felt a little like he was going to be sick. the third thing he registered was that there was a hand on his forehead.
he opened his eyes a little too quickly and the world felt like it was spinning for a moment. he groaned aloud, eyes closing again and a hand over his mouth. he regretted every decision he had made in his life up until this moment.
“good morning, please do not throw up.” someone said next to him. jungkook opened his eyes again, much slower this time, to see yoongi leaning down next to the bed he was on. “i have some paracetamol here for you and a glass of water. they’ll help you a little.”
“noooooo.” jungkook whined, his lip jutting out. “why do i feel like i’m going to die? i didn’t drink that much.”
“you drank a lot, kid.” yoongi held the two little tablets out to him. “go on, take these.”
jungkook did as yoongi asked, too tired and ill to protest. he took the glass of water from yoongi too, downing it all in a few seconds. it did help with the cotton feeling in his mouth, anyway. maybe yoongi knew what he was doing.
“get a bit more sleep. your forehead felt a little warm, just sleep it off.” yoongi smiled at him, kind. jungkook felt his heart stutter for a moment.
when he came to for the second time, jungkook followed the smell of food, leading him to the kitchen. jimin sat at the table, chatting amiably with yoongi, a plate of pancakes sitting in front of him. they both looked up when jungkook entered and jimin leapt to his feet.
“kookie, you’re not dead! thank god!” he yanked jungkook in for a hug and jungkook felt like he was going to throw up again.
“h-hyung, please..” jungkook tried to complain but yoongi beat him to it.
“jiminnie, let him go before he actually does die.”
“ahh, but hyung, he really is a bad kid.” jimin frowns at jungkook. “what were you so drunk for? you literally knocked yourself out.”
jungkook winced. “did i?” his memory was fuzzy. he just remembers thinking “yoongi hyung is hot” which probably, in hindsight, was his downfall. he was never really great around hot guys.
(hot guys who were currently placing breakfast down for him, had let him sleep in his bed, had taken care of him when he woke up. jungkook could cry.)
“yeah, when you were trying to fight me,” yoongi replied. jungkook’s head whipped around so fast he could have broken his neck.
“i was doing what?”
“trying to fight me.” yoongi chuckled. “i was being too hot that it was illegal apparently.”
jungkook actually sank to the floor, head in hands, repeating “nooooo” for the second time that morning. he could never ever show his face in his social circles again. he was going to die from embarrassment.
“there’s some perfectly good chairs here, jungkook.” yoongi patted his shoulder. “sit and eat.”
not one to disobey a hot guy’s orders, jungkook ate his breakfast with a red face, avoiding all eye contact with yoongi. after finishing, he collected his belongings from yoongi’s room, avoiding looking at jimin who stood in the doorway, snickering. he avoided even so much as looking at yoongi while jimin went to the other room to call them both a taxi home.
“you know, jungkook,” yoongi started. jungkook peeked up at yoongi from through his bangs. “i think you’re kinda cute. if you still find me “illegally hot”, i’d quite like to get a drink with you sometime.”
jungkook flushed red all over again, pressing his face back into his hands. his voice came out muffled as he asked: “non alcoholic, right?”
yoongi laughed loudly. he had smiled plenty since jungkook first met him (soberly) this morning, but this was the first time jungkook really saw yoongi properly smile. it was a cute smile, gums on show and everything. jungkook was melting. was it possible to be in love with someone on a first meeting?
“non alcoholic sounds great.” yoongi stepped over, holding jungkook’s wrists and pulling his hands from his face. “let me get your number. i’ll text you details.”
jungkook left in the taxi that morning with a new phone contact and a kiss on his forehead. (also a raging hangover - but at least he had a date planned for next week. he couldn’t really complain.)