banana milk and cookies│k.sj + j.jk

thirty-eight

as soon as jungkook quickly pulled away from seokjin, he realized what in the world he just did.

and his mind went into complete panic mode when he saw his hyung's wide eyes and mouth agape. his mind started rummaging through reasons after reasons on which fits best of the situation so he wouldn't sound like he's making it up or taking advantage of the moment.

"h-hyung, i-i.. that.. i'm sorry that wasn't me! i-i was pushed from behind s-so i—"

"what?" seokjin yelled, wanting to make sure jungkook was hearing him well.

"i can explain!" he yelled back to which seokjin responded by pulling him away from the partying crowd and back into their table.

as soon as seokjin faced him, he felt like a shiver ran through his spine when he met his gaze. was it because of their drinks that made his eyes look a little more angrier? or was it because he was actually angry at him for suddenly kissing him?

"s-someone dancing from behind bumped into me pretty hard which is why i was jerked forward and i— uhm, i accidentally kissed you. i didn't mean it, hyung." jungkook reasoned out, hoping seokjin would believe him and would forget all about that accident.

but seokjin gave him a look that jungkook has never seen seokjin do. only for a brief moment. but it left his mind in a worry. what does that mean? why did seokjin do it? he couldn't understand anything for it only happened for a brief moment and then seokjin gave him a small smile.
"it's fine, kookie. it happens once in a while," seokjin replied to which jungkook gave the biggest sigh of relief inside his head.

he got away with this one.
but he's pretty sure he won't be getting away with it the next time it happens.

"i-i think i'm gonna have another drink," jungkook said and looked away from seokjin.

"sure. get me one too, if you don't mind." jungkook nodded and quickley walked back to get them drinks.

from their table, jungkook and seokjin could see shawn and namjoon having the time of their lives dancing weirdly on the dance floor. jungkook couldn't help but laugh when he saw how his older cousin danced to the fast-paced music of the club. and in that moment, if someone asks him if he knew namjoon, he would definitely shake his head as hard as he could.

he remembered how him and seokjin teased namjoon for being a 'dance monster' and here he is, portraying his title, dancing so fluidly like he's about to gobble the entire dance floor. both of them laughed at namjoon until their stomachs ached and their drinks all finished.

"wanna have another round?" seokjin asked, raising his empty glass.

now that definitely sounded different in my head, jungkook though yet again.
he smiled and cocked his head to the side.
"don't mind if i do." he answered and got them another glass, this time, however, seokjin wanted a long-island and jungkook wanted a vodka.

"should we dance some more after we finish our drinks?" seokjin asked him. he contemplated whether to dance again and make yet again, another stupid mistake or completely waste himself in drinks instead.

"i'm fine here drinking instead. but if you still want to dance with namjoon and shawn, you can all go," he said casually.

"you're no fun, kookie. you should come dance with us and make yourself look as stupid as your cousin there," seokjin said and pointed towards namjoon who was already twerking on the dance floor like his ass was a jackhammer ready to destroy the concrete road into oblivion.

"i.. i think i'll pass on that offer, hyung."

when seokjin finished his drink, he waved goodbye to jungkook who was contemplating what drink to get next. seokjin giddily hopped towards namjoon and shawn who roared cheers for them which caught the attention of some partygoers. jungkook couldn't help but shake his head at the sight. looks like namjoon isn't the only one he'll be denying that he knows out of pure embarassement.

about half an hour later, jungkook's vision was already swirling and he feels sleepy, nauseous, and light as feather. he couldn't remember how many glasses he downed and he was too dizzy to count them all and so he sat down, looking completely tired and ready to puke. he forced a burp out of his system and now his body wants to force him to vomit every layer of the earth out. he slowly stood up, stupidly balancing himself like what a drunk man denying he's drunk would usually do, and tried his ultimate best to walk in a straight line like a normal and sane person would do, towards the male comfort room.

maybe, maybe if i take a good, long piss, my dizziness would go away, his drunk self thought and so with all his might, he tried to stand up straight and take a piss. but even with him standing perfectly still, his whole vision still feels pretty much fucked up and wants nothing more than to go home and sleep.

with all the drinks he had, he took quite a while in taking a piss which sent a small relief throughout his body, knowing that he he would somehow manage to get back to their table without feeling like he wanted to scream while vomiting his guts out.

he got back to their table safely, without bumping into anyone.
either it was out of sheer human stupidity or he was already really drunk to think straight but jungkook ordered another round of long-island and he started drinking it like it was the water on the very first oasis he could find on a desert.

his alcohol tolerance is so low that the only high thing would be is his chances of getting rejected by seokjin.

not long after he finished his drink, the dancing trio came back and saw how wasted jungkook already was, surrounded by several tall glasses. shawn and namjoon lifted jungkook up who has his eyes closed. his brows furrowed and he groaned loudly to be put down because he was starting to get so dizzy he'll puke any moment to which namjoom laughed. he told seokjin to record jungkook's drunk ass so he could have something to cringe on later when he's sober. laughing, seokjin followed and turned on his phone's cam and started recording jungkook who was already groaning and mumbling incoherent words.

when they got out of the club, shawn asked if they'll be okay, with jungkook already extremely drunk. namjoon answered that they'll manage.

"well, get home safely, guys. hope you had fun." shawn said and waved goodbye to the group. seokjin stopped a taxi and they all went inside.

when the three got home, jungkook suddenly woke up and realized they're back and started quickly walking towards the bathroom, slumped on the bathroom floor, arms on either side of the toilet bowl and vomitted the souls from every circle of hell.

and as he was vomitting his insides out, all jungkook could ever think of was,
"god, just let me live tonight and i promise i won't drink any alcohol ever again."

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a/n:

what a chapter to start after coming back from my grave lmao.

also, why does it feel like i only ever write better when it's about drinking and getting drunk? ig i have a problem

anyway, how's everyone doing? i feel so out of place and disconnected with wattpad after being away for so long. it feels like coming back to a different era now.

also, i can't promise to have a consistent update schedule with my on-going books since i'm still figuring out how to get back to writing again because it feels like i'm back to square one.

thanks for reading and being patient with me. i took the time off writing, but i guess i need more time and take things more slowly now.

see y'all on the next ud