part 1:
there was chatter filled in the small living room, drinks were served and still to be served, and of course, the food was long gone.
all seven presence sat amongst the marbled coffee table, as they continued to be immersed into each other's conversation.
"thanks kook, for having us over.."
hoseok said with a bright smile. his curly brown hair stuck a bit onto his forehead due to sweat, along with a bright, but soft pink that covered his entire body.
yes, he was tipsy.
the boy had barely even gone through one bottle of beer before letting loose. could you blame him? of course not. he was a light weight, and many found it funny or sad, even at one point hoseok himself wasn't happy about it, but nothing could be done.
though some found it funny or sad—not the sad where they wanted to necessarily 'cry' for him, but the 'other' sad because he was a lightweight.. he wouldn't be able to sit and enjoy many other drinks before getting loose.
but then again, others found it 'attractive'. it wasn't that they wanted to take 'advantage' of him, they liked the way he 'looked'.. the way it looked like you could easily swallow him up, they liked the way hoseok was a flushed pink whenever he got tipsy, or the way his lips were a glossy red, the way his voice always came out so soft when he spoke. yes, many liked that.
adding to the fact that 'others', would include kim taehyung.
he wasn't a big fan of drinking. he wouldn't come home and the first thing on his mind would be to try out some wine, or maybe sit on the couch watching t.v. while finishing up a six pack with a box of pizza.
though he was a social drinker. he'd drink if he had guests over, or if he went clubbing, or even hanging out with his friends. it wasn't a problem.
taehyung sat across the table, a bit in the corner, his elbow on the table resting his head on his hand. he sat quietly focusing his mind... focusing on hoseok. he watched the way the bubbly boy giggled at the small jokes that were being spilled on the table, causing the small prominent dimples to pop out, and his big doe almond eyes to form into small crescents every time he laughed. the way his tongue lightly glossed over his pink lips, and the way his slender small fingers would fiddle with the dozens of bottle caps that were tossed onto the table.
he was beautiful.
though, nobody knew the younger was staring at him. nobody knew what was on his mind. he did have his cap lowered down to his vision, so it would be difficult to figure out if his eyes were even open.
but there was maybe one person who knew what was up with taehyung. they didn't miss the way the younger would stare at hoseok, the way he'd always try to get his hands onto the dancer, the way he'd always want to be stuck to him like glue.
namjoon noticed everything.
"alright! i think it's time for all of us to head on home" jin clapped his hands. "thank you again jungkook. today was fun," the oldest smiled.
"it's almost 2am, we really should be heading back," jimin yawned.
"uh.. i think someone needs to take hobi-hyung home...." jungkook pointed down at hoseok who had passed out. completely.
"i'll help him ou—" all jimin, taehyung and namjoon looked at each other.
"namjoon-hyung, it's okay, i'll take hobi-hyung home. besides, don't you have to be somewhere tomorrow?" taehyung said dryly. namjoon didn't comment back because the younger was right. he did have somewhere to be tomorrow.
