Taehyung's apartment was messy and Jungkook felt the irritating itch to stand up and start to tidy the place. He had grown up with such an embarrassingly neat man, he wasn't used to a  chaotic environment like that.

The boy stretched his limbs over the sofa cushions, feeling restless. He had kinda moved to Tae's place (not much to the older's liking, but who asked for his opinion?) and tried to slowly cut the remaining ties that connected him to his dad.

And this would've been great and everything, since the date with Y/N had gone pretty well and he would now be able to concentrate on the two most important things: His job and his girl - if only things would be that easy.

He had appreciated the time he spent with Y/N, really, but there were just things she couldn't give him, things he needed, things he was so used to getting by just a flick of is pinky that he had forgotten how it felt without them.

The adrenaline that shot through his veins, every time he dominated another person had managed to make him feel soso alive and now he felt- weak. 

Weak, because he wasn't able to prove his control anymore and he was disgusted of himself because he knew how disappointed Y/N would be if she knew his thoughts. He was so fucked up and he knew it, but he would have to restrain himself, in order to make things work.

And he really, really wanted to make things work. So he didn't go out to get laid, like he usually would and just stayed where he was, on the old worn out sofa of Taehyung.

His head shot up when an annoyingly repeating sound emerged  from the entrance and it took him some time to realize that it came from someone knocking harshly on the door.

The dark haired groaned and forced himself to stand up, bare feet making quiet tapping sounds while he walked over to the entrance door.

The knocking stopped the moment he opened and Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise.

___

"Don't say that!" You protested, laughing at Jimin over the phone.

"But it's true." The boy insisted, grin evident in his voice, "Whatever, how is it going with Jisung?"

"Who? O-Oh J-Jisung, yeah..." You hadn't told Jimin about Jungkook, thinking about how he used to despise the older with all his guts - for good measure, looking at how Jungkook was a total ass to him. But now that he asked about Jisung - whom you hadn't waisted a single thought about, to be honest - you felt exposed in some way.

"Not really- uhm, I haven't seen him for a while and I don't think that he's that interesting anym-"

"HA" Jimin chimed up in victory, "Tolda ya so. He's boring. Go get a really hottie, you deserve the perfect man honey."

You rolled your eyes smiling, "Try and sound even more like the most cliche gay best friend."

He giggled, "Not possible. But for real now, you need a boyfriend or I'll be stuck with you forever."

It went like that for a while, while you made your way from work back home, hanging up when you reached your apartment.

You were just about to take out your keys when the front door was pulled open and your mom's face appeared in front of you, "W-Was that Jungkook? Did you talk to Jungkook?"

You frowned, "Did you watch me through the window?"

"Don't try to distract from you." Yoona said insistingly and it was only now that you noticed the strong alcohol smell coming from your mother.

An understanding look appeared on your face "Did you drink?" You asked in a softly scolding tone - of course she could do whatever she wanted, but it was rare for your mom to actually get drunk like that.

The woman didn't answer and crowded you in the entrance, having you gently pushing her away.

 "Mom, I talked to Jimin." You stated, while rushing into the kitchen, overviewing the  quite impressive amount of empty Soju bottles.

"You still talking to that fag?"

You stilled and gave your mother a disappointed look. You knew alcohol brings out the ugliest traits of a person, but you never heard Yoona taking that word into her mouth. You didn't bother to answer her question.

"Y know, I want you to stop meeting that Jeon bastard." Your mom slurred, following you through the apartment, "All of them are the same. And 's obvious that there's something wrong with that Jungkook."

You tried to smile and not take her words too serious, "Of course mom."

"No" she snarled, "You're always saying of course, but you don't mean it. 'm serious I want you to stop meeting that two-faced dick."

"I'll meet who ever I want to." You answered calmly, knowing that you'd only regret shouting at her the next day, "I'm a legal adult now, remember? Because you tend to forget this."

"Oh, if you are so grown up then you can just fuck off as well, can't you?" She snapped and you gripped the edge of the dining table, trying to stay calm.

"Alright." You gritted out, "That's what I will do if you want me to."

You grasped the hoodie you had just taken off and snatched your phone off the table, stalking past the drunk women. You hesitated a moment, before slipping a still full bottle of rice wine in your hoodie's pocket and then, finally left the apartment that smelled like sweat and alcohol. What did just happen?

You mindlessly sipped on the wine while strolling down the streets, Han river in near sight and you thought 'Hey, what if I really leave?'

The city in front of you looked so promising and bright.

You placed the bottle on your lips, a smile tugging them upwards before you took another gulp.

___

Well, Jungkook didn't expect her to turn up so sudden - especially not at this time and certainly not as tipsy as she was.

"Y/N? What are you-"

"I'm cold." She whined, practically throwing herself into his arms and the poor guy had no choice but to catch her or else her pretty face would've made contact with the floor.

The door closed and she still clung onto him, Jungkook looked around helplessly but Taehyung wasn't home, so he was left alone with this cute little mess of a girl.

"Are you perhaps drunk?" He asked, maneuvering them to the sofa, voice leaking amusement.

"Not entirely." She assured, not sounding that promising, wrapping her arms around his side - what was another indicator for her not-sober state because she wasn't usually that touchy (until she was drunk).

He chuckled, trying to gently peel the little Koala off himself.

"Kookie no!" She protested, now clinging even more onto him - and weirdly he wasn't annoyed by it at all, rather found drunk Y/N extremely endearing. It was just that the amount of times she had been drunk in front of him the past days was shocking.

Jungkook just seemed to forget one thing, while she clung to him like that - and that was how she had behaved when she first had gotten drunk, with Taehyung.

He had just gotten more relaxed, when he felt her lips ghosting over his neck, flinching away shocked, "K-Kiss me, Koo-kie."

A lazy grin was spread over her face and he really needed to remind himself that drunk her wasn't the innocent girl he had been used to, two yeas ago.

"Kiss m-me Jungkook." She repeated with the same bratty grin, "c'mon I deserve it. Touch me."

"I don't-"

"Kookie please." She slurred lazily against his skin, "Please f-fuck me or something I- please."

She looked messy, as if she had been out in the wind for a long time, eyes glazed over by the alcohol and a wicked spark in them. 

Jungkook wasn't even going to deny it - his sex deprived brain was absolutely ready to pound her into the old sofa, but he would never allow himself to do such a thing. Never had he thought about the other party when it came to sex, but he knew that if he was ever allowed to do anything with Y/N, he wanted to make it special, to make her feel special, because she was - plus, Taehyung would probably kill him if he dirtied his beloved furniture.

So, the older breathed in slowly, leaning back with an apologetic smile, "Sorry baby, not today. How about we go sleep though? You seem tired."

She looked extremely unpleased, but Jungkook found the little frown on her face only more endearing, "Will you stay with me then? It's cold."

He hummed, trying to suppress a fond grin, "Course, c'mon."

They somehow made it into Taehyung's spare bedroom and she slumped down into the sheets, cuddling into them immediately, "You're right." She mumbled, "I am tired."

He chuckled, awkwardly laying down next to her, feeling nervous all of a sudden - he never really slept with another person in a bed, usually leaves right after fucking them silly and it felt strangely intimate.

Damn he really wanted to hug her all of a sudden.

"Do I get a good night kiss a least?" She mumbled, sounding adorably annoyed.

Now, Jungkook couldn't help the smitten grin tugging his lips upwards. She had changed so much the past yers, yet she somehow stayed the same.

"Course." He answered, gently leaning down to peck her lips.

oh god.

He had done this  - kissing - millions of times. Why the fuck did his heart feel like this?

He liked it.  A lot.

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Longer chapter to make up for my messy non-existent update schedule

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