A/N:
I stayed up until late and woke up really early all for grammy... lmao!! im so proud of the boys. They deserve all the love... They had to stay up late as well, I hope they get a good rest today because on vlive Jimin looks sick ;-;
—————————————————————-"I think it's called syllable poem in English hahaha" Namjoon explains.
"Oh yeahhh I think I know! I see you guys play that a lot on videos," you say.
The meat is gone, the stoves are turned off, the wine is finished. Everyone is feeling a little drunk. Some still keep on drinking. Namjoon Hobi, and Yoongi are drinking beer. Taehyung, Jin, and Jungkook soju. Jimin has stopped drinking, he might be the only one drinking the least and not feeling tipsy at all. You, on the other hand, are drunk.
The chatters have been mostly in Korean, and even though Namjoon tried his best to translate for you, the more you both drank the harder it got for him to explain and for you to comprehend. The others, especially those sitting next to you, made attempts to speak English to you. Jimin made sure to always have conversations with you, which you appreciate, but there was more cackling than talking because he would suddenly laugh at his own effort to speak broken English and your effort to describe things to him using body gestures. You both found it hilarious and so unexpectedly you both bonded over the language barrier. Jimin is a very sweet being, kind and pure-hearted, you feel close to him already, and all you want is to return his kindness. You take a mental note of this.
And then there was Taehyung, who didn't say much but would physically get closer to you for every small interaction. His body was completely turned in your direction. Every time you spoke he moved his ears closer. He would play with your hair randomly, just inspecting every strand with his eyes. He would tap your shoulder lightly every time he said your name. You found it weird at first, and your cheeks constantly turned pink under your foundation. But with the way he was with everyone, you just thought he was just simply a very touchy person. And this was confirmed because you call him out on this and nicknamed him Touchy Tae and everyone shouted in agreement.
And now you're all still sitting at the dining table and for the past 20 minutes, Jungkook has been demanding that we all move to the more comfortable sofa room. You're kind of worried that once you stand up.... well... you won't be able to stand up. You wish to stay at least a few more minutes here until you're a bit soberer so you can avoid embarrassing yourself.
But Jungkook stands up and yelled, "Hayah! Let's go!" and it really does take only one person to initiate the standing up for the others to follow. You wait until everyone stands up and walks away, you want to be the last. But one person looks like he's doing the same. Taehyung doesn't budge. And you don't know why. Is he waiting for you to move first? Does he know you're very drunk right now? Or is he that drunk too?
Taehyung just sits there meanwhile the others are already settled in the sofa room. Yoongi is picking a board game for them. Jimin begs to karaoke.
"Your... head... okay?" Taehyung talks to you while his index finger form circles towards his head. It reminds you of that shot from Idol music video. That was a memorable picture of Taehyung.
"Uhm, hahahaha, not really. I'm. Drunk."
"Me too. Hahahaha... Let's stay here....now."
You nod.
His eyes catch your camera that you hang on the chair and he holds it. "You like photography?"
"Yeah... It's my job, I have to like it."
"Ooh. Me too."
There's a moment of intimate silence when he examines your camera with his long slender fingers. Your faces are probably very close. You can't help but blush, but your face is probably red already from the drunkness.

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