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01. extended epilogue

Extended Epilogue

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disclaimer: this is a smut-fest with light fluff. you'll enjoy it☻
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The atmosphere here is making every nerve in my body want to burst. I can't control my smile as I take in all the energy emitting just from the pulse of the music and the feeling of Jungkook beside me.

I decide that it's my birthday, and my crying is very much over. There are rounds and rounds of shots, so much that I don't think Jungkook can keep up. At a certain point I can no longer taste any alcohol hitting my tongue, and the many empty beer bottles and small shot glasses are spinning in my vision. Jungkook's palm on my thigh is grounding me, but it can only be so much.

"Here," David offers my boyfriend two drinks.

Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in a wide, confused expression. His drunken emotions are amplified and I'm chuckling at him. I can barely hear my own thoughts because of how loud the music is playing. It feels as though the bass is controlling my heart.

David is slurring, "when I say three, you drop the small cup into the big cup."

"Okay, okay, okay," Jungkook mumbles quickly. "It's an Irish bomb."

David and Luna start giggling together at his pronunciation. My eyebrows raise and I'm surprised that he knows what it is; I didn't take Jungkook for someone to go out drinking much. When he glances at me, his shoulders shrug and he presses a kiss to my cheek.

"I had it in Malta," he explains.

"Three!" David shouts and the two of them drop the Irish cream into the glass of stout.

I'm musing at the two of them as they compete to down the glass first. I'm watching Jungkook as his throat moves smoothly to take all of the liquid. I'm biting my drunk, lustful thoughts as my eyes travel from his jawline and down to his gliding adam's apple. David is first to slam the glass down on the table, but there is alcohol running down his cheeks.

"You slob," Luna laughs. She is scrambling for napkins to offer David. Given she is also drunk, her attempts at touching his face go mismatched.

Jungkook's face twists and he releases a groan of distaste at the sting of the alcohol after setting the glass down. I'm mesmerized by his youthful expression and the redness staining his flushed cheeks as he continues to drink. I place my hand on his thigh as an assurance that he doesn't have to continue drinking just because David is crazy. His smile grows when he feels my touch, but he doesn't look at me because David is persuading him to drink again.

My eyes travel elsewhere. The music is pulsating and the drinks are thumping slightly against the hard wood of the table consequently. I haven't looked around in quite some time, but when I do, my vision is swaying even more and the amount of people has now doubled. There are so many people dancing— I know for a fact I'm drunk because the next words that come out of my mouth are:

"Do you want to dance with me?" I whisper into Jungkook's ear. I hope he can understand my dragging words.

Jungkook's arm goes around my waist to hear me. When I lean back to look at him, he is rolling his lips against one another in a savoring movement. My eyes peer down at his lips, but before I can give into my urge to kiss them, he leans in to answer me with a smirk.

His lips are on my skin, "Dance?"

I nod my head and rub my hand further on his inner thigh teasingly. I watch him swallow hard, but his nod is confident and I can thank the alcohol for that. My smile grows and I'm surprised when his hand finds mine to grab onto.