Tattoos & Temptations [Taekook]

9. I got lost in your Smile

Third person's pov:

An instant connection we get with some people is so worth it to hold on to. Years don't really make a bond stronger, love and respect does.
After spending nearly his whole existence in a terrible abyss, Taehyung started to laugh more; nevertheless, back then, his smile did not extend to his eyes. However, for the previous three months, every time he laughed, his eyes began to crinkle with stars. Within a short period of time, Taehyung melted and morphed into this peculiarly cosy friendship group. Jin's dad jokes, hobi's contagious laugh, Namjoon's clumsiness and wisdom, Yoongi's gummy smile was slowly growing on Taehyung's heart. Jungkook still manages to annoy the shit out of him.
Jimin and Taehyung became regular visitors at Euphoria. A new group of friends which radiated comfort and laughter.

Taehyung's pov:

I genuinely have no idea how the universe decided that I, of all people, should be the one babysitting Jung Hoseok tonight. The man is obliterated. Absolutely gone. He's been throwing tantrums for the last hour like a toddler who just got rejected by Cocomelon.

"Taehyungieee, my sweet plum, I love you, my bro," Hobi hyung hiccupped mid-sentence and yanked on my cheeks like I was a stress ball.

"Hyung. I'm begging you. Go to sleep." My patience was hanging on by a literal thread. Jeon Jungkook was also assigned Hobi-duty tonight. But surprise surprise, muscle pig is missing in action like he's starring in a spy thriller.

"Nooo, sleeping is for losers. I want sex. Maybe a blowjob. Bro, listen to me, Stacey the Stinky? She brings resurrection to your dick. Life-changing experience." He casually downed another shot like he was at a frat party.

I blinked. "God, smite me. Right now. Lightning bolt, anything. I'm not picky."

"Don't worry, my TaeTae. I already texted Namjoon to hook me up with someone," he slurred, scrolling on his phone with the intensity of a Wall Street trader.

Then he proudly shoved the screen in my face. I expected chaos. But not this level of unholy trauma.

'i need a good fuck, i'm so horny'
'call a stripper and ask her to come to my apartment'

Normal degenerate behavior... except the name he sent it to was Appa.

My soul left my body. "WHAT THE FUCK. FUCK. AND WHAT. THE FUCK."

I snatched the phone like I was saving the world, but then—

The front door creaked open.

Without even turning, I knew. I knew it had to be Jeon Goddamn Jungkook.

"Jeon fucking Jungkook, where the hell have you been? You were supposed to—"
My words died a slow, painful death when I saw him. Tongue wrestling with Anne. And as if on cue, they broke a flower vase. Just classic.

"Jungkook, my baby muffin! Where have you beeeen?" Hobi bolted across the room and hugged Jungkook like a sloth latching onto a tree. He peeled him right off Anne like a sticker.

"Hyung, you're drunk—" Jungkook didn't even get to finish. Hoseok projectile vomited all over Anne's pastel pink dress like he was a human fire hose.

I blinked slowly. "Oh boy."

Anne stood there like she just got hit by karma herself, while Jungkook was holding his breath and trying not to join the puke party.

"What the actual hell is wrong with you, you freakshow?" she shrieked. "Who told you to drink when you clearly have the tolerance of a toddler? I never liked you. With your smug-ass smile and nose in everybody's damn business like a retired Facebook auntie. I knew these guys were sick of your annoying ass. And now my dress? Are you kidding me?"