So... maybe Jeongguk kind of regrets going to this party.

It's supposed to a stress-buster activity for Lalisa to get herself lost into, see, since his roommate has never shied away from rambunctious crowds and practically hoards an entire fruit punch bowl at every gathering they have, but he kinds of what to just leave her in Namjoon's apartment alone and go back to binge watching Minecraft videos.

Then again, he can't. It's not that he's been tasked to look over her wherever she goes, it's just that he can't leave her. His conscience won't let him, not after what that adult baby did to her in their dinner date--whatever that was.

That's why he's now clutching one of Lalisa's hand, trailing after her like a frightened puppy after being pushed into the wall by a couple who was making out wildly at the entrance of the house. First thing he can say about this party is that it's terrifying.

"Hey, Gguk," Lalisa says in front of him, snickering at his wide eyes, "why the fuck do you look so scared?"

The bass of a Chainsmoker song almost drowns her voice out. "It's hell in here."

She cackles, but pushes through another throng of people. Damn, he shouldn't have worn this black wool sweater. He thought it'd be fine, but sweat was already collecting in his armpits and he feels disgusting. "Isn't this your friend's party? We should find him."

"Tough luck, there's too many people in here," he screams over the music after scouring through the unfamiliar heads and faces. "Let's go to the kitchen."

Lalisa's face lights up despite the cheap disco lights. Jeongguk knows why, kitchen = booze, and she did mention wanting to get drunk until she isn't able to walk before coming here, so it's no surprise that she almost skips to the kitchen.

Jeongguk hasn't been here before, so the interior is strange to him. They arrive in the kitchen and he immediately starts to open the lower drawers in search of Taehyung's "reserved" drink that he saved especially for him, ignoring the cheers and whoops of those who were playing beer pong in the corner. He pulls open the last drawer and voila, a bottle of Smirnoff appears in his face.

"Well, I think we've got ourselves some vodka," he proudly proclaims when he pulls it out. Lalisa squeals in excitement. "Can you find some orange juice in the fridge?"

"On it, boss." She does a mock salute and marches off, and he simply rolls his eyes. She's been doing good these days, it seems like whatever happened between Jimin and her didn't occur at all. Jeongguk is glad for that, he doesn't like seeing his roommate act like a total sap.

"Hey." Someone taps his shoulder. He turns around to see a guy, taller than him by a few inches with a deep dimpled smile. "You're Jeongguk, I suppose? Tae's friend?"

"Oh?" He asks in surprise. "Yeah, I am. And you're... Namjoon?" A wild guess.

The guy nods and holds out a hand, in which he takes. "Yeah, Tae asked me to look for you."

"Where is he?"

Namjoon sighs, as if he's tired. "He's in the bedroom... with, uh--"

Jeongguk sees the tips of his ears going red. "Uh, yeah, I understand." Namjoon seems to let out a relieved breath. "I'll make sure to send him a text though, hopefully we'll be able to see each other before we leave."

"That's good." He smiles, dimples deepening. "I'm afraid I won't stay here for a while, though, I still have to go to the other guests. But thank you for coming, enjoy."

He gives Namjoon a grin as he leaves, and only then Lalisa returns with her orange juice.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited!" She jumps up and down as Jeongguk mixes the two drinks in a random pitcher that he found at the cupboard. He ignores her, pouring some ice into their drink. Then, he fills the cliché red cups and gives one to his roommate, who takes a drink instantly.

"How does it taste?" He asks curiously while Lalisa makes a disgusted face. "Bad?"

"No, but the aftertaste is nice," she says instead. Her eyes travel around and lands on the living room where the dancing is on going. "Let's dance?"

Jeongguk drinks the vodka mix in one go. It's bitter, but the orange juice balances out everything. Lalisa gives him a weird look. "Leggo."

* * *

His plans for the night was ruined.

He previously told himself to find someone new, a one night stand or just make friends with other people, but he doesn't.

He doesn't because he finds that dancing and laughing with Lalisa was more enjoyable than socialising with new people, and that's okay. Jeongguk finds himself almost dying of laughter when they try to match their movements with the beat only to end up losing their footing, because their dumbasses thought it would be a great idea to drink the entire vodka and orange juice mix all by themselves.

Jeongguk has no recollection of leaving the house, but soon enough, he's sitting side by side with Lalisa in the front porch, a cigarette stick in his hand. The muffled music still sends a pounding in his body, but it's more relaxed now than earlier.

"Do you smoke?" Lalisa slurs, hands holding a cup filled with Jack.

He shakes his head. "No, this is my first time. Do you?" She shrugs.

They're both toeing the line from being tipsy to being absolutely drunk, and he knows for sure that if he takes another swig of his Jack he's going to be down in the worst way possible. So, he buys himself some time.

Quietly, he lights up the cigarette stick, and places it upon his lips. He doesn't know how to do this, so he copies just like what the actors in the movies do. He inhales slowly, holds the smoke in his mouth, and exhales.

It burns his throat a little, but it feels good.

He feels Lalisa's eyes follow his movements, and it almost feels intimate before she's grabbing the stick from him and he's swatting her hands away.

"Hey!" He complains, trying to get the stick away from her as far as his arm can allow. "I'm having a moment here, just some respect, please?"

Lalisa drunkenly pouts. "But I want to try too."

"Wait, last one." He does the same thing again, but only this time he attempts to flick his hair to the side in a suave way. "Do I look cool?"

"You look drunk, now gimme." She takes the stick successfully this time, and she puts it on her lips.

Jeongguk watches as she inhales, observing as her lips cover the end and then...

And then she's coughing.

"What the fuck," he curses, staying in place as she holds her chest for support. "I thought you were a fast learner!"

She takes a few seconds to breathe and now she straightens again, looking as if she just ran a marathon. "Does it look like I can see the inside of your mouth?"

He sighs and picks up the cigarette stick to rub the lit end against the bottom of his shoe. "Whatever. You want to drink more?"

The glint in his roommate's eyes brightens.

"Sure."

* * *

Fast forward to two hours later, they're absolutely shit faced.

Jeongguk doesn't remember much, there are only recollections of him and Lalisa going through a round of beer pong and several tequila shots, and then more dancing, and then more tripping.

He doesn't know how they got back to their apartment, but they're here, giggling like idiots as they attempt to open the door together.

When it does click, they stumble inside and Lalisa automatically falls to the couch. Jeongguk finds refuge in the fluffy carpet, and before they knew it, they've completely blacked out.

(They will only realize the consequences of their actions when Lalisa is puking her guts out at the bathroom the next morning, and Jeongguk is doing the same thing in the kitchen sink.

Oh yes, bestfriend goals indeed.)