25 days left.

It was Saturday evening and I was back in the restaurant my friends and I had been to lots of times.

But it was long since I had been there last. I'd say a little over a month, which was long considering how frequently I was there before I got the news.

Jungkook had called not even an hour after we separated after the fishing, asking me to come along with him and a few of our mutual friends to drink the same evening. I told him yes since it had been long I'd been with them all last. I also told him I wasn't going to drink, to which he scoffed and laughed at me as if I was joking. I never needed to drink much as my tolerance was low and I got drunk quite quickly, but as far as Jungkook and the other's knew, I never turned down a drink.

But times were different now. I just shrugged his laugh off.

Jungkook and I had walked all the way back to his apartment after fishing earlier. He drove me home from there, as I had kept whining about my sore body. But really it wasn't just sore. I felt a slight trouble inhaling enough air to feel comfortable, my body felt weak and jolts of pain surprised me every now and then. To be fair it was also about a 50 minute walk.

The walk had made me exhausted, and if it wasn't for Jungkook pushing me, I had stayed home. I tried to get a little energized, drinking a coffee before going, but it was hard pretending to have fun when I was a sober exhausted girl surrounded by her drunk friends.

"Are you okay princess?" Jungkook questioned, putting his arm around my shoulder a giving it a firm squeeze.

I put up a pretend smile and nodded my head, to which he just returned the smile and turned to keep up with the conversation happening next to him.

"Y/n, come on, just a single shot." Taehyung who sat across from me pushed once again. He was used to me accepting the shot and challenging him one more.

"Not today Tae." I smiled while shortly shaking my head and praying for him not to push further and draw everyone's attention to me.

"You never say no?" Jimin interfered, backing up his friend's suggestion.

"I know really?" Taehyung turned to Jimin. They did a bro fist and quickly forgot their purpose of getting me to drink. I mentally thanked them for being too drunk to focus on one conversation only as they started having their own.

To be fair, I was usually Taehyung's drinking buddy and he'd probably missed me as much as I had missed him due to my absence of their recent gatherings.

"Why are you not drinking?" Haehyeon, who was sitting on the other side of Jungkook asked. She peeked her head out behind Jungkook's back, fortunately not grabbing the attention of other's.

"I just don't feel like it right now." I brushed the question off.

She gave me a skeptical look before accepting my answer with a nod and turning back to her own seat.

I gazed at Jungkook, who seemed to be zoning out. I was about to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, when Jimin suddenly spoke to him and they formed a conversation.

I shifted uncomfortably in my spot. It's not like I was a boring person who couldn't have fun without drinking, but the fact that I didn't just not drink because I didn't want to, but because I wasn't allowed to seemed to hold me from enjoying myself. Once again, it was a situation in which I couldn't seem to forget all my worries.

I grabbed my bag and stood up slowly, "I'll get going now, it was nice seeing you." I spoke simply, smiling at my friends who just waved, too drunk to question why I was leaving early.

As I turned around to leave, Jungkook grabbed my wrist. When I looked back I was met with that familiar look of worry.

"What?" I asked with a superficial smile.

"You're leaving already?"

"I am." I tried to keep smiling so I wouldn't seem rude.

"Are you okay? You haven't even been drinking?" He spoke with a frown on his face.

"I'm okay Jungkook. I'm just tired after today." I smiled and turned around to leave, not wanting to be there any longer.

It was strange when I felt the tears pressuring behind my eyes. There was nothing sad about this whole situation. Why did I feel like crying?

Exiting the restaurant, I heard a male voice calling for me and I stopped.

Running up to me, Jungkook stopped to catch his breath, the alcohol making it harder for him to breathe normally.

As he stood catching his breath, finding his balance, I stood quietly waiting for him to speak.

"You look beautiful tonight, you know that?" He suddenly spoke.

Something between a scoff and a chuckle left my mouth as I rolled my eyes, "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"Yeah." He spoke tilting his head, "Like reeeeally beautiful." He spoke with a rather blur and drunk tone in his voice.

I frowned at his sudden compliment.

Jungkook was the type of male friend to joke around and tell me I looked stupid, but he was also good to assure me when I needed it. But he usually didn't tell me things so bluntly as now, let alone when he was drunk. Usually, he didn't even pay me attention when we were drinking - or maybe I just didn't notice it before?

"Y/nnn?"

I snapped out of my stare, shaking my head, "Thank you Kook. Go back inside, text me when you get home right?" I asked for, protectingly.

"Seriously, why are you leaving?" He pouted his lower lip, making his lip ring twinkle in the streetlight, "I don't want you to leave already."

I chuckled lightheartedly, the tears pressuring more heavily now.

"I'm just tired from earlier. Text me if anything happens, okay?"

He nodded, still with a pout plastered on his face.

"I'll see you." I tilted my head, searching his face for a smile.

"You're cute." He said and stroked the top of my head.

I showed him a final smile before turning around and letting the tears fall as they broke through my act.

Closing the door to my apartment behind me, I sloppily put down my bag before turning the lights on.

I had been on the phone with my mom and dad while on the bus ride and walk back to my apartment. Seoul was pretty safe even at dark hours as the streets at night were pretty busy - but I still didn't feel completely safe, so I had called my parents.

Searching the living room, my eyes landed on the Rubik's cube on the couch table.

I made my way to the couch, plopping down on it and bringing out my phone to continue the YouTube tutorial I had tried following.

Something between a half and a full hour later, I jumped up from the couch in excitement as both the white and yellow sides were done. I almost squealed at the accomplishment - that's how excited I was.

I opened snapchat to send a snap to Jungkook about my progress and share my success, but then I remembered he was really drunk at the moment and probably wouldn't care about a dumb Rubik's cube I was fighting to complete.

I was just about to turn off my phone when a message from Jungkook tuned in.

Kook🫦💩: Irs np fun withoit you :(

I smiled at the message. He was obviously having a lot of fun, being too drunk to even spell properly. Glancing at the emojis I once again smiled, reminiscing the time he was certain to choose an emoji to accompany his name. I remembered his prude attitude for the rest of the day as I had put the an emoji of my choice next to it.

Me: I'm home, goodnight boozer😚

I texted him simply, knowing he was only checking up on me.

I put away my phone and glanced victoriously at the Rubik's cube on my couch table before heading to my bedroom and ending the eventful and exhausting day.

AN:
Short chapter, sorry. This is the shortest chapter in the story though.

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