"I fall in love with details."

Author's P.O.V

The house becomes the heartbeat on the loudspeaker, busting through the lungs but still weirdly satisfying. People moving their bodies in beats in their own unique way, abusing the floor underneath them. But you are no exception at the moment. Your slouchy steps also cooperating with the blasting music.

Despite the blasting music and crowds and cheering, you close your eyes. Only to meet with the silence of both your brain and mind. Kinda pleasing though. No argument, shame, and debates between your mind and brain.

Dead silence.

Until you felt the presence of a robust body behind you. His fingertips lightly tracing around your waist involuntarily. The black vanilla combining with a milky scent intoxicates your smell buds. Curiosity forces you to turn around to see the person. Although you could strangely predict who is it.

Jeon Jungkook.

Those brown eyes as if dipped in a rich coffee with flecks of golden cinnamon on them. Those dark brown eyes yet warm reflects on your brown ones. Something eternal about that bow-shaped lips of his as well as his eyes, for they too are passing soulful communication.

"Hi." You greet anew. As his brown eyes stare into your soul, amazed as well as confused. So many emotions gathering him, but he barely pays attention to any. His arms bordering you, afraid that you will pass out at any moment.

"You are drunk." He states. The trace of possessiveness lingers around his raspy yet melodious voice. Your finger gliding along his hard chest to the back of his neck, to support your balance. His hot breath fanning on the nape of your neck as you proceed to play with his hair.

"No." You utter like a brat. A giggle escaping you as you lean forward, practically hugging him. The smell of black vanilla seems to be more addicting than the alcohol you had earlier. Your brain constantly failing to force the sense of embarrassment in you as you inhale the fresh scent.

You want to stay like this.

A bit longer.

Maybe more than a bit longer.

"You'd regret this" Jungkook whispers in your ear. As if imitating the exact words that your brain is failing to. The words left from him assemble your brown orbs on his. A pout on your lips pulling out your disagreeing expression towards his words.

Who's gonna spoil the present thinking about the consequence of later?

Obviously not your drunk self.

And in the case of this handsome being, your sober self would appreciate rather than regret.

"Wanna go somewhere?" You utter lingering on each word a bit longer than usual. Your hands already grabbing his veiny hands, ready to get out of this ocean of people. A frown placing on Jungkook's expression as your feet dart the way towards your destination.

"Where are we going?" Jungkook asks. His eyes darting back and forth in confusion but still holds your hand as his concerns say so.

"You'll see" You utter. The lack of anticipation fighting to let out a giggle after. The music softly embracing the empty hallway as your giggle follows in. Pushing the door open, you step in with a confused Jungkook. But as soon as you step in that room, you let go of his hand.

Jimin's room fills up both of your vision as Jungkook hesitates to get in. Not giving an inkling towards him, you mindlessly wander around the huge closet displaying all the clothes of Jimin.

"So you want me to be here? Y/n, I'm telling you're gonna regret this in your sober state." Jungkook blabbers. While you and your indecisive mind hunt for something comfy in the closet of Jimin's.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook asks, frustrated. He could have left you here but something in him is refraining him to do that. He himself is unsure of it.

"Mhmm." You involuntarily reply as soon as your eyes spot a hoodie. Your hands already gripping the hem of your sequinned dress, ready to jump into the comfy one.

"And now you're undressing?"Jungkook asks in a horrified tone. His mind itself is unsure of how to react to this.

"Yeah. I wasn't feeling comfy in those." You speak casually, already feeling the comfort of the hoodie. The familiar citrusy scent of Jimin enveloping your skin. Your not-so-naive mind could catch up on what he was thinking. The provocation of teasing him is all your mind demands.

"So what you're thinking, huh?" You tease. The slouchy steps of yours present your playful behavior than the tired one. He lowers his gaze as you try to tiptoe to greet his doe eyes.

" So we're acting playful now?" He continues with a deep voice. " Do you know what you were inviting?" He speaks as he leans in.

His black vanilla scent along with those parted lips provokes you to smash your lips right there. His hot breath brushing against your face as well as his veiny hands on your cheeks. The tip of his nose softly greeting yours as you close your eyes. Your hands reaching for the collar of his dress shirt, already into the moment.

Ready to feel his lips against yours.

Ready to taste him for the first time.

But little did you know that it wasn't what he was intending to do.

The moment he backs away with a smug smile plastering on his devilishly handsome face, everything becomes clear to you. The huff of air leaving you proves all of your frustration.

That was just a tease.

Your plan backfired.

" So what you're intending, huh?" He asks in a playful manner. The same energy radiating that you showed earlier to him.

" You don't know me that well yet." You speak. Anger more than frustration lacing your voice as you stomp out of the room.

"Hey! Now, where are you going ?" Jungkook asks. A sigh of exasperation leaves his mouth while he observes your arrogant self.

"I won't take you with me anymore." You utter as he follows you with your speed. Recognizing that your mind triggers your legs to run.

"Yah! Stop." He lets out in frustration. The anger of yours evaporates in the atmosphere of faint music as a chuckle takes over cognizing his pathetic self.

"Catch me if you can." You provoke him more. Your shaky hand grabbing the knob of a random room, the moment you acknowledge him coming close towards you. The childish giggles take over the empty hallway as soon as he reaches just behind you.

Pushing the door open, you step in while the impact of the run makes you pant. The alcohol owns you as you slump over in the comfy duvets of the bed. While Jungkook feels kind of relieved that you postponed your playful self for a bit.

Until his gaze seizes on something.

A picture of a little boy.

That picture looks awfully familiar to him as well.

[Next update: Friday😉]