"______. What do you want to do tonight?" Jungkook said as he put on his simple white T-shirt.
"Whatever you want. I just want to get out of the house. Don't you?" I said as I laid comfortably on the bed. I was wearing Jungkook's signature red hoodie and it was so comfortable. It smelled like Old Spice and gave me a cozy feeling.
He turned to face me and placed his hands on both sides of my cheek . I gave him a 'what' look and he pouted at me. "You look too cute in my hoodie, ______."
"And you look cute in a dress and makeup." I laughed.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at me and shook his head. "Way to ruin the cheesy moment."
I smiled at him and he went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of coconut water.
"Aye! Get me one too!" I said.
"Alright!"
I got off the bed and once I put my foot on the floor, there was a violent shaking. Holy shit. It can't be an earthquake right now.
"______!" I heard Jungkook yell.
"Jungkook!" I cried back.
I started to run down the stairs to the kitchen, but then I slipped. As I waited for myself to fall and eat shit, I shut my eyes hard.
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My leg twitched and I woke up. Turns out my vibrating phone that was on my chest influenced the earthquake in my dream. I sighed and wiped my eyes because I was so tired. I squinted as I looked at my phone screen and I say Taehyung's name.
It's 2:30 in the morning? What the hell?
I swiped my phone screen and groggily answered, "Hello?"
"______! Come pick me up from the bar by Yoongi's house!" He slurred.
"Kim Taehyung. Are you drunk?"
"Yessirrrr." With that he hung up on me.
Stupid kid. I always have to keep tabs on him. But because he is so unpredictable, it don't even know what to expect.
I groaned and got up from my bed. I slipped on my vans and grabbed my jacket as I went downstairs. I grabbed my car keys from the counter and left the house.
It took me twenty minutes to get to the bar. It wasn't even closed yet and I saw a couple making out as I went in. I looked frantically around for the crazy monkey hoping he hasn't impregnated an evil girl who would take advantage of him. I was about to call him but I felt someone put their arm around my shoulder.
I turned to see Taehyung looking as if he was half awake and half asleep. My eyes widened as he reeked of some strong alcohol. "Taehyung, how much did you drink?"
As I covered my nose, he smiled and held out his fingers. "Three beers, seven shots, and a little nice margarita. Strawberry flavored. It's cute. Reminded me of you."
"You're drunk Taehyung." I struggled to keep him up. He was pretty heavy considering the fact that I was his human crutch.
He chuckled and dropped his head to the crook of my neck. "I can take a little bit more."
"No. I'm taking you back to your house."
"You can't. I don't have the house keys with me." He tried to stand on his own but just ended up grabbing my jacket tightly when he stumbled.
"Then I guess you're going to have to stay in the guest room then."
I walked him back to the car and bumped into a few people on the way out of the bar. Some looked at us with disgust because Taehyung looked as if he were about to throw up. Taehyung kept laughing softly to himself as I fumbled with my keys to unlock the car door.
