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Jungkook could feel himself swaying slightly as he sat, could feel the alcohol burning through his veins. He wasn't drunk, he didn't think, cause the last time he'd been drunk he'd been throwing up overly expensive shots of tequila while bemoaning the fact that he was alive, loudly, to Taehyung.
So. He wasn't drunk. He might be bumping into the wall every few seconds, but he wasn't drunk.
"I'm not drunk," he told Taehyung, pronouncing each word clearly and distinctly.
Taehyung, slumped against the wall next to him, blinked blearily at Jungkook. "You're not? I am." He giggled tilting his head backwards so his bubblegum blue hair flopped over and exposed his forehead. "I am so, sooooo drunk."
Jungkook frowned. Taehyung had only had like, one, or two drinks more than him. If he was drunk... But no. Jungkook still had all his mental facilities intact, so he couldn't possibly be drunk.
"Jungkook," Taehyung whined next to him, pressing a bony elbow into Jungkook's side until he grunted in response. "Jungkook, you were s'possed to, to lose your 'ginity tonight."
Jungkook groaned and pushed Taehyung away, pausing as the movement sent his head spinning for a moment. "What? No, I wasn't."
Taehyung nodded vehemently and Jungkook wondered faintly how he could do that without turning green. "Yes! Yes, you were. I disstin--" he paused, mouth forming a word silently before continuing with a firm nod, " distinctly remember you saying you were gonna kiss a boy. Lose you lip virginity."
"I don't have any lip virginity," Jungkook grumbled, watching through half-lidded eyes as big, fussy bodies moved around the two of them, music thumping a steady beat through his body. "I have kissed people before."
Taehyung waved his hand, dismissive as he'd been the twenty other times Jungkook had said that. "It's not the same. Boys taste different."
Jungkook wrinkled his nose, mind filled with the thought of whiskey breath and clothes smelling of smoke. That's how they always described it in the books, anyway. "I think you've been kissing the wrong boys, TaeTae."
Taehyung shook his head firmly. “Nope.” His p popped. “Not true. I once kissed Hoseokie real good and we still kiss sometimes.”
Jungkook blinked. “You kissed Hobi? You’re still kissing Hobi? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jungkook would feel betrayed, especially since Taehyung knew every little detail about, down to the fact that Jungkook had a crush the size of a small ocean on his brother, but his head was too woozy to concentrate fully on the betrayal.
Taehyung’s mouth fell open in a little ‘o’, eyes widening comically. “How do you know I’m kissing Hobi? Did he tell you? He said we weren’t supposed to tell!”
Jungkook frowned. “You just told me.”
“ No , I didn’t. I would never. Anyway , we were talking about you and your lack of kissing. Ness.”
“That’s not a word.”
Taehyung pointed a wavering finger at Jungkook, squinting as he tried to steady his hand and ending up poking Jungkook on the nose. “You don’t know that. You haven’t read the dictionary.”
“Okay, yeah, I haven’t but that’s not how language--”
“Jinnie!”
Taehyung’s sudden exclamation had Jungkook jumping, hitting his head rather painfully against the wall behind him. A squeaky laugh greeted him as big, gentle hands reached out to cushion his head. Jungkook looked up to see Seokjin crouched in front of him, leaning close enough that Jungkook could see the glossy shine of his cherry lip gloss on his full lips. It smelled nice. Seokjin always smelled nice.
“Aw, Kookie, baby, what did my evil little brother do to you?” Seokjin tutted, pushing out this glossy lips in a pout. “Taehyung, how dare you corrupt the baby.”
Taehyung giggled, reaching up to pet Jungkook’s head but hitting his cheek instead. “ ‘m not corrupting him hyuuung. He was the one who kept giving me drinks.”
Jungkook pulled his eyes away from Seokjin’s lips with some effort to glare at Taehyung, voice coming out slightly squished as Taehhyung’s hand smooshed his cheek. “ You were the one that kept sending me to get you drinks!” Jungkook turned big, innocent eyes on Seokjin who was looking at the both of them with a barely concealed smile. “I was just being a good dongsaeng, hyung.”
Seokjin laughed lightly and pushed Taehyung’s hand away, now cupping Jungkook’s head and cooing gently. “Aw, of course you were. You’re such a good little dongsaeng, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook felt something hot and shivery settle in his stomach, something that made an almost painful pressure push up against his lungs, a curious sort of anticipatory breathlessness stealing over him. He was a good dongsaeng. Seokjin was leading over him and cupping his face and he was a good dongsaeng and Seokjin had such glossy, pouty lips and--
“Hyung.” Jungkook was breathless, heart pounding in his ears, face flushed from the heat and pounding music and the alcohol and something else running through his veins and, suddenly, he wanted so bad he could taste it. “Hyung, kiss me.”
Seokjin smiled at Jungkook, flicking his cheeks lightly. “Ah, Kookie, you shouldn’t say stuff like that. I might think you’re serious and take you up on that offer.”
“Oh, he’s serious ,” Taehyung piped up from beside Jungkook, now almost completely prone on the floor and smiling dopely at where Hoseok was dancing with Jimin on the sitting room floor, laughing and grinding. “He liiikes you hyung. He likes you a lot .”
Jungkook, even through his haze of alcohol and dizzying want, realised that Taehyung had just said something really bad , if the way Seokjin’s hands stiffened around Jungkook’s face was any indication. He couldn’t remember exactly why it was bad, just that it made a different, unpleasant sort of hot feeling unfurl in his chest, one that made his hands lift up and clutch pleadingly, clumsily, at Seokjin’s hands, keeping them on his face.
Seokjin, now wide-eyed, sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “Kookie…”
On instinct, an instinct born of having to see Seokjin’s lips in their fully glory at all times, Jungkook reached out with one hand and grasped Seokjin’s chin, thumb reaching out to pull Seokjin’s bottom lip from between his teeth until it popped out, plump and pink and shiny .
Jungkook’s blood soared through his ears, narrowing his focus on Seokjin to a frightening degree, his breath dragging through his chest almost painfully. “Please, hyung.” There was a whine to his voice that Jungkook didn’t recognise, something hot and desperate leaking out. “Please kiss me.”
Seokjin let out a stuttered breath, eyes flicking to the side before focusing on Jungkook’s face again. “I-- Kookie--” Jungkook’s hand fell to Seokjin’s collarbone, and, fascinated, he began tracing the hard, pronounced bone, breath catching in his throat at the feeling of smooth, silky, warm skin under his hand. Seokjin caught Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers and pressing Jungkook’s hand against the wall with his own. “Okay.” Seokjin throat bopped, Jungkook’s eyes following the movement. “Okay. I will kiss you, once , and then you help me get you and Taehyung to bed and to sleep . Both of you are clearly too drunk to function and I shouldn’t even be agreeing to this good lord --”
Jungkook, unable of processing much beyond the fact that Seokjin had agreed to kiss him, lurched forward, intent on those glossy lips, only to jerk backwards with a hiss when his uncoordinated movement caused them to bump heads, painfully.
“Ah, I’m sorry, hyung, I didn’t mean to I just wanted--”
Seokjin winced, the hand not holding Jungkook’s against the wall coming up to cup his head, squinting at Jungkook. “A bit overeager, huh?”
Jungkook’s mouth fell, pulling down heavily, and he could feel his eyes starting to burn and itch under the weight of his disappointment. The one chance, the once chance he had to kiss Seokjin, to feel those lips against his own, and he’d had to go and fuck it up by being a clumsy fool .
Seokjin’s hand came back to cup Jungkook’s cheek, and although he was grimacing, slightly, his eyes were soft, melting chocolate and Jungkook felt like drowning when he leaned closer, whispering, “Just hold still, Jungkookie.”
The first touch of Seokjin’s lips against his were light, chaste, almost non-existent. Seokjin stayed like that for a while, barely moving his lips, but as he made to pull away, Jungkook’s hand made a grab for his collar, pulling him closer, pushing their lips firmly together and oh. Oh .
Seokjin made a small noise in the back of his throat, hand gripping Jungkook’s tightening and other hand flailing before landing delicately, carefully on Jungkook’s hip. That little sound, that little touch, made something wild and dangerous and daring awaken in Jungkook’s chest and, teasingly, he nipped at Seokjin’s lower lip, tongue peeking out to soothe the sting almost immediately. Immediately, the sweet, slightly rubbery taste of Seokjin’s lip gloss the tip of Jungkook’s tongue and Jungkook couldn’t help the way his nails scratched lightly against Seokjin’s neck.
At that, Seokjin’s mouth fell open, slightly, hand tightening on Jungkook’s waist, tugging, and Jungkook wasted no time slipping his tongue into the warm wetness of Seokjin’s mouth, flicking lightly against the top of Seokjin’s mouth before Seokjin pulled back with a gasp, hand gripping Jungkook’s waist coming up to push at his shoulder, keeping him away when he instinctively swayed closer.
“That,” Seokjin swallowed, and Jungkook’s eyes followed the movement with heavy, lazy eyes, looking up with a slow blink as Seokjin spoke again. “That was a kiss. I gave you a kiss.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathed, eyes falling to Seokjin’s lips, still shiny and plump, but redder, now, lip gloss going over the edges a little bit, some of it coating Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook swallowed. He should probably not be finding that as hot as he did. “Yeah, a short one.”
Seokjin was pushing up, pushing away, face blotchy pink and laughing his nervous squeaky laugh. “Jeon Jungkook that was much longer than a little boy like you deserves, now help me get Tae to bed.”
“I’m not a little boy, hyung,” Jungkook frowned, pushing himself up on the balls of his hands, grimacing when the stickiness of the floor informed that, at some point, someone must have spilled something there. “Hyung, your floor’s sticky.”
Seokjin, already with Taehyung’s one arm slung over his shoulder and staggering to his feet, grunted and blew a lock of hair out of his face. “Yeah, you did. I swear to god, I never should have have allowed either of you to drink--”
“We’re completely legal though.”
“--cause you’re still children and of course you two would be the only two to get falling down drunk at a casual get together.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but just at that moment his eyes caught on Namjoon laid out on the couch, smiling stupidly up at the ceiling while his hands made soft, tufty little spikes in Yoongi’s hair. Vindicated, Jungkook turned to grab Seokjin’s attention and point him at the obviously drunk duo.
Seokjin glanced at them and rolled his eyes. “They’re not drunk . Namjoon just finally confessed and Yoongi scowled and kissed him and called him an idiot. And then hugged him. It was all very dramatic and cute.”
“What?” Jungkook felt like his brain was taking off, blasting off into the stratosphere with how spacey he felt. Huh. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. “When did this happen? How did I miss it? I had a bet with Hobi that Yoongi would confess first!”
Seokjin levelled an unimpressed glare at Jungkook, eyes dropping meaningfully to the empty bottle next to Jungkook. “When do you think, dumbass.” Jungkook pouted, realising as he did that the perfect, attractive pink flush that had suffused Seokjin’s cheeks was fading rapidly, and the wide-eyed wonder Jungkook had imagined he wore afterwards was almost entirely gone.
This was Not Acceptable.
Jungkook might be, probably most definitely was, a smidge drunker than he had previously assumed himself to be, but Seokjin regaining his composure so easily after Jungkook had just kissed him ( ohmygodhekissedSeokjinohmygod ) was not, in any way, acceptable. If Jungkook was even five percent more sober, he would have come up with a brilliant, foolproof plan to fluster Seokjin. (Or blushed bright red at what had just happened and stopped trying even a little bit.)
Unfortunately, Jungkook was still exactly the same level of drunk he had been approximately five seconds ago, so all he could do was pout and clumsily push himself upright to pull a giggling Taehyung’s arm over his shoulder, stumbling after Seokjin as he alternatively pushed and pulled them towards Taehyung’s room and letting both of them flop on the bed.
“There you go,” Seokjin stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips, breathing heavily. “Fuck, I thought I was more fit.”
Jungkook, squirming around on the bed until he was right way up with his head on the pillow and squinting up at Seokjin. “You’re plenty fit, hyung.” Jungkook wiggled his butt into the mattress, grinning when it made a nice little dip. “You’re like, so fit. You have these,” Jungkook gestured vaguely, hands forming an exaggerated dorito shape, “ shoulders . Good shoulders.” Jungkook rolled onto his side, sighing in contentment as his eyes closed and Taehyung wiggled himself into position beside him to dig his feet into the sore spot on the small of Jungkook’s back. “Wanna bite them,” Jungkook mumbled.
There was a choked noise from Seokjin’s direction but, really, Jungkook’s eyelids was way too heavy and Taehyung’s feet were digging in just right and it would be so nice to just drift off and sleep…