Her || Jungkook X Reader (translated from italian)

CHAPTER 23 - BREAKING POINT

POV JUNGKOOK

I entered the place with Tae visibly excited by the atmosphere and I still didn't know what the hell I was doing there.

Somehow, after the discussion with my hyung I managed to feel a little better; that anguish that was beginning to govern my life seemed to melt away little by little and Tae, seeing me lost in my thoughts, hastened to give me a strong pat on the shoulder.

- Come on Kook-ah, stop making that face. You've already decided that you can't do anything about Y/N, just enjoy the evening. - he cheerfully said while looking around.

I saw my friends at the bar and not far from them, I also noticed Y/N and Melany sitting on the sofa: Melany seemed to be telling her something important while I could only see the back of Y/N's head, which seemed to nod in agreement.

When I finally decided to move to join the others at the counter bar, a girl passed in front of me and Taehyung, giving me a look that was anything but innocent and completing her sinful expression with a vicious smile.

Well... Not a bad start...

I watched her slowly walk away and couldn't help noticing the breathtaking body she had. Plentiful breasts, voluptuous curves and an ass of a roundness so impertinent that I barely managed to stop my hand from giving it a slap of appreciation.

- So... I understand that you've already chosen who will be your victim tonight? - Tae asked laughing at my bulging eyes while dragging me to the counter.

- Actually I was chosen as a victim by her. -

- Oh, poor Kookie!!!! – he shouted these words pretending to cry in despair and holding on to my shirt for a few seconds.

Tae is such a drama queen but I adore him.

Once we made it to the counter, he changed his facial expression in a nanosecond into a look of sobriety and asked for two whiskeys without ice.

My friend surely has some wheels out of place but thinking about it... I couldn't say any of us were necessarily normal.

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Only an hour had gone by and I hadn't yet found the courage to stay with the others on the couch, all I had done was ingest alcohol as if there was no tomorrow with Tae and Hobi by my side at the bar.

Namjoon was busy with Melany and those two seemed to be really in tune, not like me and someone.

Everyone chatted and laughed, but I just looked at Y/N from afar and admired every gesture she made. Not that that was my purpose, to be a compulsive maniacal stalker, but it was just stronger than me.

The grace of a dancer, the smile of a goddess and her eyes, those eyes that could talk to me, that could look inside me like no one had ever done.

I finished the fourth glass of whiskey, swallowing it without breathing and then hastily asking for another one.

I usually don't drink, or at least not in industrial quantities like now, but tonight I felt that this would be the only way I had to relax: just knowing that she's here and I can't even look at her without feeling ill is making me so frustrated; at least the alcohol is slowly removing all my senses, making me sink into a feeling of total indifference and that's what I want.

Or do I...?

- Aren't you having fun? - a voice behind me interrupted the movie I had in my head with Y/N as the protagonist.

I turned around with an arrogant air, knowing already who was calling for me.

- Not yet. - I simply replied, sipping my drink.