TWENTY SOMETHING | VKOOK

Chapter 10

Taehyung Kim was a perfectionist.

It had been a week or so since Halloween. They hadn't really had any parties recently, as the Halloween one had been so batshit crazy. People fell ill for unknown reasons?? Hahaha. Moving on.

Taehyung was like a puppy. Jungkook couldn't help but feel that every time Taehyung said things or did things. He came into Jungkook's room the night before and began hitting him with a pillow because he hadn't had water since lunch. He smiled a lot and it's cute, boxy and makes Jungkook look at him for a while because he hasn't seen anyone smile like that. He giggles over jokes the boys make, laughs over anything, to be honest. Taehyung has positive energy radiating off him wherever he goes.

Taehyung makes Jungkook feel like a weight has lifted off his shoulders. Taehyung makes Jungkook feel like they're teenagers at summer camp every day and not college. Taehyung makes life seem more fun than it is. He makes life feel more fun than it is.

So it was weird, when, at 8 pm on a Friday, Taehyung came into the house after a long day of classes. The boys were all planning to have a fun drinking/talking session while playing music of everyone's choice. 'Bonding time', as Namjoon calls it.

"The only bonding I like is the BDSM kind, not this bullshit." Jin snapped.

"Jin, you're drunk." Yoongi sighed, taking his (3rd? 4th? 5th?) glass of wine away. Jin burst into a cute laugh, while Yoongi just rolled his eyes, couldn't help but let out a smile at his idiot of a best friend.

Jungkook walked into the living room, where all the boys were sitting around, drinking alcohol and talking loudly. Jungkook looked around, and then at Jimin. "Where's Taehyung?"

"Who do you think I am, Taehyung's DOG?!" Jimin shouted.

"Why would a dog know where their owner is..." Jungkook trailed, and Jimin pursed his lips.

"Point. I don't know, I think he should be here any time now." Jimin said with a nod, and Jungkook hummed. He turned his head and in time, saw Taehyung walk in through the door.

Jungkook's stomach did something funny upon seeing him, wearing a jersey and jeans, a bandana around his forehead. But he didn't say anything. Jin did, however.

"Taehyung! Join us!! We're all making fun of each other's dick size." Jin said.

"No we're not," Namjoon mumbled. "We're having fun. C'mere." Namjoon said to Taehyung, patting the empty space on the couch beside him.

"I'm tired today," Taehyung said with a low mumble, not even glancing at them, just walking upstairs and into his bedroom, closing the door and locking it loudly.

Jungkook looked up in confusion. "Is he okay?" Jackson voiced, eyes wide. "Taehyung never acts like that. Oh my god. Guys. Someone drugged him. Taehyung's going to die. Taehyung's going to die and we're all sitting here doing nothing."

"First of all, calm down," Yoongi said. "Secondly, he's probably just having a bad day. That's normal, y'know. He had a whole day of classes, he's just tired."

"Still doesn't sound like him. When Taehyung's tired, he likes being around friends, he says it energizes him." Hoseok said, and Jungkook scoffed, because wow, they were very different as people.

"Should one of us go check up on him?" Jimin asked. The guys were quiet for a few seconds, and then Jimin looked at Jungkook. "Do you wanna go see how he's doing, Jungkook?"

"No," Jungkook said quickly. "Jimin frowned. "I mean... he probably doesn't want to see me. You're closer to him."

"Um, okay. Sure, I'll go check." Jimin put the beer can down and rushed off the sofa and up the stairs to go check on Taehyung. Jungkook sat down on Jimin's spot, feeling how the seat had become warmed up because of Jimin's butt.