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Having solemnly slipped into a beautiful deep slumber, the blaring ring of his phone at two am brought worst frown knitting his forehead the first thing.

And truth be told it wasn't him to blame.
Had it been the days of early twenties- being in his caffeine guzzling punk rock phase, he probably would've been wide awake till now making music, partying and what not.

However that isn't the case now that his brain, back and legs switch to hibernation mode after ten, preferring to lull himself to sleep reading a few pages of a book that he takes a month to complete.

So yeah, don't blame him if a few profanities slip out of his chapped lips before the tongue darts out to damp them while he finally picks the phone.

"Hello?" His voice is gravelly from how dry the throat is and he's already reaching out for the glass of water on his nightstand.

"HELLOO!! TAEEE!!" The voice yells over the earsplitting music that roars in the background and through the phone making Taehyung wince and put the phone a little farther from his ear.

"Jimin whatever it is man, not now." He grumbles sleepily about to hang up but the other doesn't seem in the mood to allow that.

"No! Listen! Can you come and pick Jungkook up from here!"

"Why? Wasn't he staying at yours?"

"Yes but he's crying and I'm not sober enough to handle that!"

A yank of the duvet away, sleep already washed off, he slipped his feet into the gliders ready to evulse out. "Jimin why- what- what's going on?"

"He's crying that his best friend didn't attend his bachelor party."

Taehyung scowls and lies back down ready to huddle under his duvet again. "Tell him his best friend isn't interested in his bogus bachelor party."

"You see that's exactly what Yoongi said to him when he was just tearing up and now consequently he's wailing... you want proof? Wait I'll just-"

"No I believe you it's oka-" but Jimin never hears his pleas as the next voice that pierces his ears is loud yell-y wails.

"WaaaaaAA Taeh- h-he d-didn't WAAAAAAAA" before he can respond or merely comprehend Jimin is back on the phone again.
"You hear that? Who do you suppose out of us five drunk guys and a pissed off male-stripper can handle that ! He's like a siren and-"

"Fine. Gee, fine! I'm coming!"

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When he arrives at Jimin's ten minutes later his shoulders knock against an unfamiliar handsome man who doesn't look very pleased walking out gritting something under his breath. On reaching the hall he sees the music back on it's full swing and his friends jamming to it in the centre of the room like there's no tomorrow.

His eyes quickly find the only one sitting on the chair with a big a pout glaring at the men who were actually having fun like they were supposed to.
He silently walks to him and tugs his shirt from the shoulder and only when half of it pulls to him he realises the battered condition the shirt was in.

With nose red and eyes puffy, the aforementioned looks up barely paying assiduity. "Come on Kook, I'll take you home."

Taehyung tries his best to soften the words that he descants knowing first-hand how the reserved and poised masculine man is an overly-sensitive baby when he is drunk; also the reason for him getting abandoned by his friends whenever he reaches the limits and then it's Taehyung's albatross to clean up the mess.

"Who are you?" He says narrowing his eyes in challenge trying to square up the shoulders however tripping as soon as he tries to get up. Luckily Taehyung holds him by the arm in time.
"Did my fiancé send you?"

"No." Taehyung replies all blasé grabbing the other's phone from the table sparing only one glance how it had their message box open with some half-written unsent gibberish, and puts it in his pocket.

"Of course, he didn't. Why would he." He crosses his arms and looks away.

"GUYS I'M TAKING KOOK HOME!" he announces over to the men ignoring Jungkook's bitter statement.

"Thank fuck!" "Give him a lemonade!" "And a fucking punch!" "I'm never drinking with him again!" "You say that every time, Joon!"

"Na-uh! I ain't goin' with no stranger! You could be a kidnapper! Or worse, my boss's daughter."
Jungkook trippily waves a finger at Taehyung's face then suddenly starts to stare at his own finger like he's seen something astonishing.

"Oh yeah, he has a Pennsylvanian accent today by the way." Jimin informs swaying to the music because it's usual for a drunk Jungkook to have an accent from the States, no surprise there.

Taehyung isn't in the mood to answer when he has a hulk-like man hanging on his shoulder who he has to reluctantly drag out to his place.

"Just because I'm drunk—" he leans completely over the other eliciting grunts in attempt to move ahead with the weight of two
"— doesn't mean I will let you kidnap me! You sweet-smelling assho— oh look, a puppy!"

Holding the door open with his leg, Taehyung pushes him down on the passenger's seat then picks up the heavy legs and slides them inside. It's when he leans ahead to buckle the seatbelt that he feels a vulture stare of the drunktard on him.

"What?" He looks to the side and immediately finds himself zooming in on Jungkook's lips that manage to look too pink and velvety to be left in the open for the world like that.

"You have a mole on your cheek, just like my Taehyungie does." He whispers blinking, seemingly finding hard to focus. "But y-you're kinda blurrrrry."

A smile makes it's way onto Taehyung's face, neatly stretching the furrowed features. He slides to driver's seat and starts the way back chuckling at Jungkook waving goodbye to all the trees surrounding Jimin's apartment.

"Y'know, Mr. Kidnapper, me is kinda glad you is kidnapping me!"

"Oh is that so?" Taehyung bites back a smile at the hyper-nod. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm getting married in two days."

Taehyung's grip on the steering wheel falters, his lips part and shut to concoct words out of them.
"S-so?"

"I cheated."

"No you didn't."

"I cheated on my fiancé. I cheated on the love of my life." The last words choke into a gulp and his chin starts to wobble ready to ball again.

"Shh, stop! We'll talk about this when we get home, okay? You have to stay put till then, can you do that for me?"

"O-okhay-" he rubs his fists on the eyes harsh until Taehyung has to draw his hands away.

Another piteous smile cracks through him thinking how a sober Jungkook and drunk Jungkook are two opposite sides of a coin, not a single thing identical; while the sober one is unyielding no matter what situation— robust not only physically but also in spirits, the one intoxicated with alcohol will start crying if you deny him another drink.

He sees Jungkook's eyelids drooping a minute after and he shakes him awake. "Kook no! You're not falling asleep! You're heavier than Pyramid of Giza as you are, I won't be able to carry you if you fall asleep like the log of wood that you do!"

"Mm yuh ok m- awake"

"Talk about something till then, we're only five minutes away."

"Umm... I can talk about my fiancé?"

"God, no!"

He pouted and tapped his finger on his chin feigning to be in deep thought before clicking his finger with a bright grin. "I can talk about my best friend?"

Taehyung can't help but giggle before he is shaking his head "That'll have to be a no too."

"What— you're so choosy! Those are the only two relevant topics of my life!"

"Why don't you tell me about the other friends at the bachelor party of yours."

That seemed to do it, and so Jungkook begins to slur about Jin's terrible twerking and Yoongi's loud open-mouth chewing and Namjoon's skin routines and Hoseok's new girlfriend and Jimin's burnt chicken story all in an enthusiasm unmatched, so much so he had to take a breather in between — all while Taehyung is fondly driving with a smile so beetling that his cheeks hurt.

He steps out of the car and jogs to the passenger seat to find Jungkook backing away from him with a horrid face.
"W-why did you bring me here! You were supposed to kidnap me!!" He unbuckles and jumps to the driver's seat. "I-I can't confront him now! I cheated on him! He'll cry so much! You're an evil kidnapper— I hate you!"

He presses his foot on the clutch of the car hastily as if the car will start on it's own by doing that, whilst mumbling curses to himself and the 'kidnapper'.

Taehyung rolls his eyes for the time he has lost count of, slides in again this time passenger seat and grabs Jungkook's arm that is shaking the steering wheel to start the car? God knows what goes on.

"I think your car is broken."

Taehyung ricocheted by grabbing the other by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into his lips. A long peck is all he needed, Taehyung knows; however in barely a moment, Jungkook has both his hands in Taehyung's hair and is deepening it instinctively as easy as the intake of breath.

His tongue is bathed in the bitter tinge of alcohol, so does the breath, but how is it not making Taehyung want to pull away is another witchcraft he accuses Jungkook to master in.

When they pull back the red of Jungkook's cheeks is in no way an accord with the confidence of his tongue just a second ago, but Taehyung will let it slide because the toothy grin is always the same.

"O-oh Tae? When did you— Mr.kidnapper?"

Taehyung is dragging the man inside who wouldn't let go of his waist from back and keeps blowing raspberries on his neck while he is trying to walk to the couch. Once reached, he dumps Jungkook on it and saunters to grab some water and lemon. On return he finds Jungkook talking to himself while holding a picture of them that stays by the couch.

"You're so pretty Taehyungie... like so so pretty... unreal pretty... pretty like a flower.. an unreal pretty flower... did I mention you're pretty? 'Cause you're reaaallly pretty-"

"Okay enough!" Taehyung snatches the frame and places it back before letting him drink the water. After a minute or two he speaks again plopping besides the man. Jungkook instantly lays down with his head on Taehyung's lap.

"Now about the cheating part.." Taehyung begins. Jungkook turns around burying his face into the lap and kicks his legs on the couch. "Stop being a drama queen and speak."

"I cheated!! I'm so sorry!! Don't call off the wedding!! I'll never repeat it!!" He speaks ready to go off with the water works again to which Taehyung turns him around pinches the face between his hand.

"Baby, Jimin had already told me that they were going to call over a stripper. Chill."

"Why did you allow that!!" He sat up with a frown as if it had all been Taehyung's fault to begin with.

"Hey! You were the one who wanted a westernised bachelor's party! I threw you one!"

"Yes, but he was taking his clothes off!!" He exasperated with hands in the air explaining the most absurd thing in his dictionary.

"That's the whole point of being a stripper!! Ugh!"

"I wanted my best friend on my bachelor's party."

"Yes honey but it's not really a bachelor's party if your husband-to-be is there! Besides, parties suck!"

Jungkook drops defeated on the couch again gurgling his slurs that were pretty much incoherent consequent to the sleep taking over. 

Taking off his fiancé's belt, shoes and loosening the buttons, he quickly veers beside Jungkook whose arms are always spread wide until Taehyung is collected into them.
He places his head on the chest listening to his second favourite sound of Jungkook's beating heart (after his morning voice, duh) and smiles to himself.

"Was he hot?"

"Hmm?" Jungkook hums sleepily placing a chaste kiss on Taehyung's hair.

"The stripper. Was his body hot?"

"Dunno. I started crying when he was halfway opening his buttons on my lap. I can't picture doing these things with anyone who's not you."

"You cried in front of the stripper!! Gosh you're so embarrassing!!"

"But you'll still marry me, right?" He turns in and wraps around Taehyung tighter.

"If your drunk chaotic talking-to-trees self couldn't stop me, I don't think anything can." He snuggles close and places kisses on the chest that rumbles in dry laughter.

"I love you more than anything in this world, I hope you know that."

"Yeah. It's hard to miss. Goodnight, dork."

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