Mommy Issues | j.jk

eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
❝ an honest conversation ❞
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Jungkook felt a terrible blush rise to his face as he stared at his reflection in the body length mirror.

It's too much.

The cropped blazer fell just below his navel, but length wasn't really the issue. It was open all the way down to the last button (also the only button), leaving the majority of his chest on display. The black dress pants he donned below were somewhat tight fitting, accentuating the soft curve of his hips and the toned muscle of thighs. He'd splurged on a thin gold body chain that sat loosely around his neck, plunging between the swells of his chest and looping around the dip of his waist.

Twisting his head, he scanned the fresh new piercing dangling from his ear. It was a small golden ring, the skin around it flushed slightly red.

Yeah, definitely too much.

He groaned in frustration. It was too late now, the time on his phone reading 10:17 pm. You had said the party was starting at 10, but he'd been so focused on getting his appearance right that the time just ticked by. He was sure that you wouldn't mind if he was a few minutes late. It was a party after all. And he wanted to make an entrance.

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Anxiety shuddered through your chest as you stared at your phone. It was almost 10:30 and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. You had intentionally told him an earlier time in hopes of snagging his attention for a few minutes before everyone else arrived. But as you watched numerous cars and Ubers pull into the neighborhood, your hopes are violently squashed before your very eyes.

Around you, the party was beginning to swell into something larger and louder. Eager bodies spilled into your home one by one. It wasn't long before J. Cole's smooth lyricism was lost in a deafening sea of overlapping voices and gleeful laughter. The minutes trickled on. Your eyes hardly strayed from the door for more than a few seconds at a time, your anticipation plateauing into prickling disappointment as the time hit 11.

Shit, the guy lives right next door, it's not like he got caught in fucking traffic on the way over.

So what's keeping him?

Shooting a spiteful glare out the window in the direction of his home, you downed your third shot of the night. The bitter taste of it twisted your face into a grimace. It lingered on the back of your tongue.

"He said he would come." You grumbled to no one in particular, a warm tipsiness polluting your blood and plunging your voice into a smooth, drawling growl.

"He probably just got caught up trying to make himself look pretty for you." Taehyung teased as he leaned over the island, resting his pink tinted cheeks in his large palms.

"Yeah, right." You rolled your eyes, flicking the empty plastic shot glass and watching it skitter across the counter before falling to the floor. "I don't think he cares too much about what I think of him anymore."

"What makes you say that?"

The liquor made you more inclined to share with your best friend. "Well— you know, he might have... seen me... doing things," your voice took a suggestive pitch as your brows raised, "with... baekhyun."