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Jungkook was drunk.
No, he was almost drunk, just a tiny bit too tipsy.
So that just means he was fucking wasted.
Why'd he listen to Taehyung when he told him that they'll have a little get together with the rest of the gang? With no alcohol? He had known his best friend was a borderline alcoholic and just realized that perhaps, just maybe his best friend lied to him.
He'll deal with him later, most likely in two days when his hangover is completely gone and he can rage at him with all the anger that a 5 feet and 10 inches, 21-year-old could possibly even contain.
But not right now, not when the music around them was louder than his thoughts and alcohol buzzed in his system and mosaic his cloud of reason. With half a mind to think, he scanned the area to try to remember something, anything so he could understand how he got himself here.
He faintly remembers walking into Hoseok and Seokjin’s apartment with the promise of a good time, Monopoly and his ninth victory against Seokjin in Mario Kart.
Everything was good until he was offered one (1) soju. One wouldn't hurt right?
Wrong!
One turned into two then three then four and then fiv-, no, Jungkook was already a lightweight as it is and if a single drop of alcohol were to enter his system, he was sure he would streek all over his college campus with nothing except his Ironman socks to hide that little ounce of dignity left, somewhere in him.
So four and a half bottles and one (1) shot later, here he was. Sitting cross-legged on the carpeted floors of their apartment internally panicking.
Maybe it was because he had classes tomorrow or maybe it’s because his crush is here.
If you look past Jimin and Taehyung’s gross make out session and Seokjin and Hoseok laughing hysterically at their phones, you would see him.
Kim Namjoon.
Composed of 50% legs and 25% chest, he stood in all of his 6 foot 1 inch glory. Adorned with a beautiful face that came a close second to his favorite feature of his of which was to his beautiful heart, he was perfection .
Smart? Yes. Loving? Yes. Adorned with dimples that are so deep you'd just want to poke them gently whilst to you put him to sleep and leave his favorite lofi playlist on so he can sleep without a single worry in the world? Abso-fucking-lutely!
He was sitting by the island alongside Yoongi probably talking about music and production. Because alongside being an amazing poet he also made music that Jungkook was arguably, no, definitely the biggest fan of. But he'd never talk about it because he tried once (1) tried to serenade him with his own song and it just ended up with two embarrassed gays flustered and regretting all decisions that led to this very moment.
Anyways he looked hot. He wasn't even trying to look attractive hell, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with some white sneakers and a pair of shorts.
Now…
Jungkook could go on a tangent about why Namjoon should ever only wear shorts and how he would spend all of his nonexistent money to buy him shorts for any occasion or if deemed necessary, rob a couple of clothing stores so he has an extensive collection of shorts so he doesn't need to wear anything else especially not sin that are his pairs of skinny jeans.
The sin predominantly comes from the way they practically made for him. The way they'd hug his legs deliciously and accentuate every curve or ridge of his. From his thick thighs to his almost nonexistent ass everything of his looked much better in skinny jeans and Jungkook could never get enough of it!
Back to the shorts, remember how beautifully his curves are accentuated and how deliciously his thighs are hugged? Now imagine that but now without any material constricting anything.
His thick honey tan thighs out in the open! In their completely smooth and hairless glory?! Just out there...existing?!
That was very much not okay for Jungkook's heart nor well-being so with that in mind he fled to the bathroom, because taking a leak and splashing your face with comically cold water proved to get you back into your senses or at least that's what every movie with drunken adults has ever taught him.
He got up on shaky legs and wobbled to the bathroom. Once there he took one very long piss and turned to the sink to splash his face. He looks into his reflection that was staring back at him. He looks a mess .
His eyes are a little red, a little less bolder than the flush that decorated his face, neck and some of his chest, he was sweaty and overall not looking anything like he came here looking like so, splash it was!
After a few splashes he gave himself a pep talk about him having the confidence to ask Namjoon out because him thinking about it in his head, wasn't anywhere near enough and had to hear it out loud.
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“So you'd produce this fo-wait I need to take a piss.” Namjoon announced.
“Jungkook looked like he went in there, he's been there for a while. What do you think he's even doing?” Taehyung smirks at Namjoon.
Namjoon had told Taehyung about his crush on the younger boy once whilst drunk with “love music” playing around them. In his drunken escapade he told him about how flustered he was when Jungkook attempted to serenade him and how that song was actually about Jungkook .
He didn't even know that Jungkook would even like a song like Serendipity but there he was, Jin on his left with a small speaker and a poster in his own hands. With the most cheesy thing written on it, the quote “Can you be my namu so I can shower you with my love?” will forever be burnt in his memory was one of the best and worst thing that's ever happened to him.
“He was too drunk to even walk to the bathroom, I'm sure he's in a panic just trying to find his own dick to jerk off.” Seokjin comments nonchalantly. “He was practically eye fucking you Namjoon, he looked like he wanted to swallow you whole! Disgusting if you ask me but this isn't about my opinion on the matter, this is about the both of you being pussies and not asking each other out.” Hoseok gives Seokjin a high five for his speech.
Everyone else agrees. “Are all of you out to get me?” Namjoon says offended.
“We are trying to bully you to get your crush already!” Yoongi says and everyone agrees.
“I am going to piss, thanks for the talk though!” Namjoon says walking away from the choir of pussy being screamed at him.
He’s walking in the hallway that leads to the bathroom and hears talking.
“ You can ask Namjoon out, stop being a pussy! Okay Okay, you can seduce him, no that won't work, just be cool, Namjoon likes cool yeah! Do that!”
Is that Jungkook? Namjoon follows the source of the voice until he's in front of the bathroom and ding, ding, ding! It's Jungkook!
“What does this mean? Does he like me? Wait does he really like me? Could he possibly be my boy-”
His thoughts are interrupted by Jungkook opening the door, he looks very flushed and very fucking cute.
“O-oh hyung! What are you doing he-?”
“Did you really mean what you said in there? About you liking me?” Namjoon blurts out and he's greeted with a blushing boy.
“H-how much did you hear?” Jungkook says shyly, he's scared. What did he think of it? Would he end their friendship? Would he distance himself? No Jungkook can't have that he just ca-
“All of it.” Namjoon says flushed. Had he scared Jungkook? What it he wasn't ready? Ctrl+z, please!
“So...what do you think?”
“To be honest, right now, I don't know whether I should kiss you or throw you off a cliff.” Namjoon says sighing of relief.
“Maybe we can do bot- wait what?! You? Me? Kiss? Huh? ” Jungkook rambles.
Namjoon grabs Jungkook's face and kisses him. It isn't a passionate one but the feelings behind it were strong enough just to have them floating on cloud nine. Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed and his hand itched to hold onto something, anything just to hold his ground, so he doesn't lose himself in all things Namjoon and have it be the only sound his tongue can make. He opted to grab his t-shirt clenching the fabric with his fists.
Namjoon on the other hand was fucking estatic, he always imagined his lips to to soft but never to this extent, not to the extent where his lips were like warm soft pancakes welcoming him on a summer morning. He could still taste the alcohol, the contents burning his taste buds and along side Jungkook’s scent, just managed to intoxicate him even more.
The taste of citrus that stood apart from the strawberry smoothie and oh lord here comes a poem. A poem paraphrasing this experience, his experience with the younger.
From the barely there eye contact that would have either of them screaming into their pillows the second they reach their rooms or the giggles when ever either of them texted in their group chat ( cause are you really friends without a squad group chat? ) to the very moment right now where there isn't anyone except for them. It doesn't feel like it so it must be real, they really were the only people here and neither of them would have it any other way.
I mean it would be better if Seokjin wasn’t making gagging noises behind them while the rest of them whistled very suggestively at them but I mean, we can’t get everything we want.
And although Jungkook didn’t want the kiss come to an end, he broke away from Namjoon and finally felt like he could get air into his lungs.. He made eye contact with Namjoon and smiled and when Namjoon smiled right back, Jungkook’s heart went into overdrive and he could to anything except hug him, giggling in between the junction of his neck and shoulder.
The rest of them wooed and gagged but they knew that their friends supported them and would finally stop placing bets on who would initiate it first ( in which Seokjin and Yoongi won when they bet that Namjoon would crack first and all of them had to pay twenty dollars to either of them but no one else needed to know. )
Namjoon was happy because he had his friends,
his family
and most importantly he had his soon to be
boyfriend
and that’s all he’ll ever need.