flipped

forty-eight.

마흔여덟

     jungkook is drunk. not to the point where he has lost his consciousness but to the point where he really wants to punch yoongi in the face.

     he swears he could get up and swing his arms around but luckily his friends come to join him. "that's jimin right?" hoseok asks, pointing at jimin who is still laughing with yoongi. and jungkook doesn't understand what funny can that old boring man say.

     jungkook nods, huffs, take another sip of his drink. "he is."

     "who's the guy with him?" hoseok asks, sounds curious.

     "yoongi. his boss."

     jaebum leans towards jungkook and whispers, "hobi got dibs on him."

     "shut up! no, i haven't," hoseok denies, folds his arms.

     jungkook frowns and looks at yoongi, stares, tries to find the attractive factors. he finds none. but hoseok is someone who has never found everyone attractive till date. there must be something that the pale guy has and jungkook doesn't see it, doesn't want to.

     they are soon gather to cut the cake which taehyung doesn't know of. it's a surprise from yoongi and jimin. jimin sticks to yoongi's side all through the cake cutting while jungkook has his eyes on them from the opposite side.

     he doesn't like yoongi, he decides. he hates him. jungkook is slight tipsy and he hates everybody at the moment. he hates jimin because he should be with him and not yoongi. he hates his friends because they're talking about how hot yoongi is. he hates taehyung because if not for this party he would not have had to see all of this.

     they're dancing. everyone is except for him. jungkook looks at them dancing and now he's not even angry, he feels bad. he looks away and decides to get some air.

     as his body leans onto the railing, he shoves his hand into his pockets, all of them, one by one. he searches for it but he finds none. oh how much he needs it right now.

     "searching for this?" he hears from behind and turns to see yoongi holding up a cigarette. he sighs, looks behind yoongi to see jimin dancing with taehyung now. yoongi walks beside him and stands leaning as well.

     "you hate me, don't you?" yoongi asks, twirling the little stick between his fingers.

     jungkook looks at him, frowns. "i guess i do."

     "he doesn't stop talking about you," yoongi says, his voice soft as he chuckles.

     "what?" jungkook furrows.

     "all he talks to me is about you." yoongi had his index finger at jungkook's chest. "so i'm not a threat. yes, i do like him but i would want him to be happy with whoever he wants rather than try to steal that away from him." he smiles and it's genuine.

     jungkook is shocked 'cause this was something he didn't expect. "he does?"

     "he does. he likes you. don't hurt him," and now his voice is stern. taehyung must've told him something.

     jungkook looks down, he feels bad for not being truthful to jimin.

     "i don't know what's the stroy. neither does taehyung know the whole thing but one thing he told me is that you have not been very honest," yoongi sighs, pauses, takes a deep breath, keeps a soothing hand on jungkook's shoulder and speaks, "be honest with him with everything," he smiles a assuring one. "even your true feelings."

❝a truth which will change it all. only you don't know in which direction❞