Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

It was a fucking disaster.

There's no words to describe how fucking screwed everyone is right now, and it hasn't been three hours that has passed by yet.

Everything was going so fine. You know, few drinks here and there, maybe a spat of laughter and food later to ease themselves down. Perhaps they all danced for a bit to get themselves to feel more awake.

It was maybe the fifth round of alcohol.... Where everything went to shit.

And unfortunately Jeongguk was stuck babysitting.

No, not Taehyung and Jimin since they aren't as fucked up as everyone else is, maybe just a round a bit tipsy. It was the three of them who drove all of them back here either way.

Jeongguk was stuck babysitting Ten and Woosung to be exact.

Why? Well because everyone is all over the fucking place.

And not only that but..... These two are in a really really bad shape, probably worse than everyone else. There's no doubt that they wouldn't even remember this by how badly they're drunk right now.

It's horrible, and Jeongguk is not exactly a terrible person.

He's the only one who knows Ten and Woosung well to help them during this mess, even though he's never seen them this bad before.

"BAMBI! HELP TEN!"

And here's another thing too. Right now Jeongguk has managed to bring them to their room while getting water bottles to help them hydrate, but Woosung is such a panic messy drunk that someone literally has to act quick to his demands or he would actually throw a fit.

Like right now, he's slamming his hands against the wooden floor to Ten's direction while the other man passes out asleep on the floor.

He was awake a few minutes ago, but when he tried going to the bathroom to throw up, he collapsed onto the ground and just stayed there.

While vomiting all over the ground

Well, at least it wasn't on the bed.

"BAMBI-"

"It's alright, calm down," Jeongguk says calmly, approaching Ten on the ground to see him still breathing, "He's okay, I promise."

"I don't see him breathing," Woosung slurs in worry, laying his cheek against the floor with a frown, "Check his breathing!"

Jeongguk wanted to roll his eyes, but he only did what the other told him to do and nods, "He's breathing don't worry, he's alive."

This made Woosung relax, sniffling a little while Jeongguk goes to get cleaning supplies in case they throw up again.

"Bambi, I'm really sorry about this."

The ravenette puts the supplies to the side, "It's okay, it happens."

"Can you check on Ten again? Why isn't he waking up?" Woosung starts to panic again, to which Jeongguk only goes to Ten and checks his pulses just for him- For maybe the fifth time already.

"He's fine WooWoo," Jeongguk was too tried to correct himself on the nickname, "He's just sleeping."

Now Woosung closes his eyes, groaning a little while rubbing his stomach, "If he dies, I die. I can't live without Ten."

This actually made Jeongguk perk his head up, staring at the man laying there on the ground while staring at the ceiling with glossy eyes. There's no doubt there's not a string of conscious in his brain right now, but just the fact that he has that thought while being like this is a little heart touching.

Honestly Jeongguk didn't know how to respond to it, and he didn't, only takes Ten in his arms and puts him on his bed-

Abruptly Ten pushes Jeongguk aside, catching him off guard completely off guard but nearly screeches when the other drops to the ground and vomits all over again, choking on his breath for a second until he couldn't puke anymore.

He probably puked all the food in his stomach.

Tears are beaming Ten's eyes when he sat back up, making Jeongguk eye him carefully.

"I'm not usually like this," Ten murmurs, slurring so badly to his words, forcing Jeongguk to cringe when he lays besides his throw up, "Everything feels so weird."

He really needs to get away from that throw up.

Jeongguk gulps thickly and was about to respond until Woosung suddenly yelps, forcing the ravenette to turn around to see Woosung attempting to get on the bed but failed horribly when he slumps back to the ground.

"Bambi, get us water bottles right now!"

Water, right-shit how did he forget about that?

Without further questioning, Jeongguk grabs a water bottle and gives it to Woosung. The man snatches it and in his attempt to drink it, it spills all over his shirt.

It was hard not to start laughing right about now, but Jeongguk held it in when Woosung's large glossy eyes and heavy pout faces him.

"I need help."

Carefully Jeongguk helps him drink sips of the water without chugging it, knowing well he would start to actually puke it all if he goes too hard on it.

For a moment though, Jeongguk takes a moment to watch him as the other man removes his lips from the cap and slumps back to the edge of the bed with eyes closed. Usually Jeongguk is not an empathetic person when it comes to these two,  like ever, but seeing Woosung in such a delicate state really nudged a nostalgic wound in his heart.

And he hates it because he wants to hate them.

They fucked up with his life.....

They deserve it.

But..... Why is it so hard to believe it?

A deep frown forms Jeongguk's lips, gently caressing Woosung's hair subconsciously as the other male rests but notices something from the corner of his eye.

Ten is sitting where he was earlier, but he's shaking badly. His breathing is becoming more whistled and his chest is moving at a heavy and unusual rate. Even his eyes are fluttering so suddenly that it looks like he's actually convulsing right now.

Shit.

"Ten?" Jeongguk goes over to him immediately, not get a reaction from him, "Ten! Come on! Can you hear me? Ten!"

Ten is still breathing shakily and his body suddenly twitches.

Fuck.

Aggressively Jeongguk turns him to his side, but Ten slaps his hands away. The worry spiked up when Ten's body jerks and Jeongguk forcefully lays him down to his side.

And Ten throws up again, hard.

He's choking so hard and breathing so heavily but Jeongguk sighs in relief to his own heart rate relaxing from the panic. If Ten was having a seizure right now than Jeongguk would've definitely have had to call the ambulance. It just seems like Ten was just choking on his vomit and he's too unconscious to even handle it.

Jeongguk's huffs in his tired state, not helping himself from brushing Ten's hair away from his face, cringing a little to when the other side of his head got bits of vomit in the strands.

Oh boy, they definitely cannot sleep on the bed.

"Is Ten okay?" Woosung slurs again, trying to drink his water bottle before extending it out loopily to Jeongguk, "He needs water."

That's really an ironic thing with Woosung and Ten. Woosung seems like he subconsciously knows what to do but his words are growing more and more not understandable, meanwhile Ten is coherent when it comes to questions Jeongguk asks and seems like the more... Stable-ish despite the vomiting. He's just sleeps a lot.

So quietly Jeongguk takes the water bottle and tries to give it Ten, but the man snaps his teeth shut.

This made Jeongguk smile a little, "Ten, you have to drink water."

The man only remains with his teeth snapped shut, twitching a lazily smile with his hooded gaze staring to the ground.

So once again Jeongguk tries to feed him water, but he keeps his teeth shut.

Well, good to know if someone tries to drug him that would be a mission impossible.

"I want to die!" Jeongguk jumps to Woosung's sudden groan, craning his head to see him clutching onto a trash bag, puking badly, "Fucking die- Wait, no! I don't want to die!"

Oh this is going to be a long night.

Jeongguk knew that much when Ten ends up falling asleep in his arms, cuddling to his side on his not vomited hair.

Fantastic.

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Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood

Taehyung has never cringed so hard in his life until this very moment.

The alcohol was suppose to help at least in some way to not feel overwhelmingly affected by the throw up thats on the floor right now, but that didn't do shit to Taehyung.

The second he saw the throw up blurting out of Minho's lips, he had to hold himself upright to not throw up as well.

This is a fucking disaster.

Why did he let them get this intoxicated? Literally him, Jimin and Jeongguk were having such a good time before they noticed how messed up their friends were getting.

It's safe to say that the three are borderline tipsy than drunk, but at least they can function correctly to handle everyone.

Lisa was also a bit more stable, and at the moment she's helping Taehyung's siblings settle in while Taehyung focused on Minho- since he wanted to swing himself over the balcony to see if he could fly.

And now he's throwing up.

Fantastic.

"Can you please stop throwing up!" Taehyung panics, feeling himself grow sick to his stomach since he just doesn't do well around vomit, "I will vomit on you!"

This made Minho laugh when he stopped throwing up on the bucket, sluggishly putting it down before throwing himself back on the bed, hiccupping a cough that nearly had Taehyung panicking once again that he was going to puke all over the sheets.

Instead Minho only lazily smiles with glossy eyes gazing over the ceiling, "Oh Tae... What am I going to do with you huh?"

Taehyung only ignores him as he takes the bucket, pinching his fingers to his nose as he extends the bucket away from his body to put it against the wall to not have the stench messing up his stomach more than it already is.

Ew, it's all liquidy and mushy of fries- Ew, ew, ew!

"Tae, come here."

The silver haired man turns his head to Minho, who was sitting up but leaning back to the bed by the support of his hands to hold his weight, eyes fluttering with a nod of his head.

Oh please let him not throw up again.

A very disgusted grimace forms Taehyung's lips as he approaches Minho, cautiously in case he becomes a fucking volcano-

"Can you help me wash up? I want to sleep."

Oh.

Well won't you look at that, guess his drunken self is still self conscious about how he sleeps.

Guess that's something Taehyung would probably be like if he was drunk too, since he hates being so unhygienic.

With a nod, Taehyung helps Minho to his feet and drags him to the bathroom connected to the room. The other man seems as though he's gaining some sort of stability along the journey with his walk, still relying on Taehyung's help to sit on the toilet as Taehyung prepares a shower for him.

Based on previous experience with his siblings, Taehyung would have prepared a bath with warm water and bubbles to ease their bodies, but bathroom doesn't have a bath tub so he's just going to have to make it work with a shower.

After checking if the water is warm, putting it a bit on the cold side for Minho's mind can be more awake and alert, he turns to Minho to see him with eyes closed with hands clasped and chin pressed against it to try to kept himself center.

There's no doubt he's still in that intoxicated high since his body kept swaying, no matter how badly he tried to control it.

Shit, even Taehyung is swaying too by how his own mind is growing blurred. About four shots tequila is swimming in his body right now, and for that being the case he feels as though he's doing a pretty good job holding himself up.

"Minho, come on let's undress you. I'll help you shower."

The tall male hums, nodding briefly as he lets himself sit up properly to let Taehyung roam his hands wherever it pleases. His shirt came off, soon enough being his pants with Taehyung avoiding looking anywhere from Minho's heavy gaze.

Who's still staring at him as he did this.

Before the boxers came off, Taehyung wanted to remove the vomit traces from Minho's lips since it was literally driving him crazy. So he brushes his teeth, probably three times and rinsing his mouth with mouthwash for a good minute before Taehyung was properly able to be around his presence better.

So with that, Taehyung had to close his eyes as he hooks his fingers on Minho's waistband of his boxers, hesitating a little. Not like they haven't seen each other naked before, but this still feels a little to overwhelming since Minho is drunk, and he doesn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Yet to his surprise he feels hands covering over his fingers, dragging them down along with the boxers.

Well, at least that's a sign.

"Tae, stop acting as if you don't know me," Minho slurs, making Taehyung peek his eyes open to just look at his face. Minho is serious as he said this, now looking just at the shower as he uses the wall as support while walking his way towards it, "Shit, I think my legs are giving out."

Taehyung immediately reacted right when Minho was close to dropping to the floor, holding him up while wordlessly helping him into the shower. He instructed him to place his hands on the wall to keep himself sustained and Taehyung will try to clean him up without getting inside, just to not be too into his bubble.

It actually pains Taehyung a little by seeing Minho press his forehead against the wooden wall, trying to keep himself together. He looks as though he's trying desperate to gather his composure, so hopefully with Taehyung's hand caressing his shoulders with the soap is helping him relax.

A hum comes out of Minho's throat when Taehyung's hand caresses down his spine, moving over his thick muscles with the bar of soap. At first Taehyung didn't think much of it, only continuing to reach his long arms to move to Minho's front and caress his abdomen and chest-

"Tae," Minho mutters huskily, making Taking flicker his eyes to him and pausing in his movements, "G-Give me the soap. I'll clean myself up."

Wait what? Did he hurt him?

Did he do something wrong?

A frown twitches Taehyung's lips, tilting his head to the side, "You probably won't even be able to hold the soap properly. Here, I'm almost done I just need to-"

"Taehyung," Oh shit his voice is so fucking low, "I am not good right now mentally. I'm telling you this now because I'm growing extremely tempted."

Tempted?

Taehyung blinks, lips ajar as he sees Minho's body heaving under the facet of the water, fists clenching tightly against the wall as he fights with himself over to grasp onto that self control he's desperately clinging onto.

But through Taehyung's mind he didn't fully understand what he meant, thinking that Minho is probably talking nonsense through his intoxicated self.

So with a grimace and roll of his eyes, Taehyung touches his back with hand coated in soap form, "Relax, I'm just helping you out-Shit!"

In a matter of seconds Taehyung is yanked by the wrist inside, feeling the streams of water like rain down his body with his back being pressed hard against the wall with Minho's hand gripping a fist full of his silver hair to pin his head back; Forcing Taehyung look up at him directly in the eye.

Minho's face is a dark glow. From his eyes, his expression- Shit even his body seems so fucking rippled by the intensity of his proximity so close to him.

A heavy shudder comes out of Taehyung's lips when Minho's grip on his hair tightens, grunting but feeling so weak to how fragile his legs quivered.

What the fuck was that?!

Taehyung groans a little when Minho tugs a little more, snagging his bottom lip to suppress any more noises.

"Looks like you like the hair tugging, discovering a kink," Minho murmurs quietly, eyeing his hand before shifting his gaze to look into Taehyung's eyes, "Fuck, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

No words can described how fast Taehyung's heart is racing right now. He feels it cruising through his veins, igniting his pulses with such this high that's making him just as dizzy as the alcohol in his system.

If anything, it's making the effects feel even worse.

He gulps thickly, that water no longer helping to how warm his body is growing to be, as he fights his hands to be kept on his side.

"M-Minho," He mumbles a whine under his voice, "T-That feeling is back again.... But you're not th-"

And just like that Minho smashed their lips together, forcing Taehyung's head to crash back to the wall harder.

It was as though an explosion erupted Taehyung's entire body. This heat wave just swims through every inch of his skin, flooding with goosebumps while his inside completed twisted uncontrollably.

This sensation is so familiar yet so different. It's the way Taehyung's body was not his own anymore, flooding with this new feeling of euphoria despite the hazy blankness of his mind with rumbling thoughts.

He can feel like this....

He can actually feel what Jimin was talking about.

Lust.

So much lust.

It was pouring over his every blood cell in his body that he didn't even fight it back, that being the pulse to kiss Minho back so roughly with every crave to enhance that feeling.

But Minho suddenly pulls away, gasping his breathes that synced in with Taehyung's, who's eyes are dilated in size to what just happened.

Yet it didn't sink in, it won't now at least.

Maybe in the morning he can cry about it all he wants.

"I'm sorry Tae," Minho mumbled in his slur, closing his eyes while leaning his forehead down to his shoulder, "I should've asked you first."

Taehyung blinks for a second, heaving in his breath and trying so hard to suppress those tempting adrenaline rushes with a hand moving to Minho's wet hair, caressing it gently.

"Alive," Taehyung whispers, leaning his head back with eyes close, a drunken smile twitching his lips, "I felt so alive Minho."

And that was only a small little dose to what Taehyung is yet to discover about his new found lust addiction.

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IDFC - Blackbear

"B-But I don't want us to end! I need you!"

Jimin sighs heavily, taking out a tissue from the box while handing it over to a sobbing Taemin; who mutters a small thank you while blowing his puffy nose against it.

For a good moment, Jimin did forget how much of an emotional drunk Taemin can get with specific drinks. Some drinks makes him goofy, others really composed that doesn't even look like he's drunk, a few times pretty sexual, and now -who know what beverage he drowned himself in- he's a sobbing mess.

Thankfully Kai is with Jin right now, who's making him cereal despite his own unstable self.

If he were here, with his loud drunken ass, he probably would've made Taemin cry even more.

Just fucking fantastic.

"I-I just don't get it o-okay!" Taemin whines, grabbing another tissue from Jimin's hand to pat his large teary eyes, "W-We were going to move t-together, and h-have a cute family and g-get another job and be happy! It was going so g-good and I don't know why you c-changed your mind!"

Jimin intensely stares at the floor, where he's sitting one, unable to look at the sobbing man beside him- who's holding his knees to his chest like a child.

Don't get Jimin wrong, it is tearing him apart to see Taemin such an emotional mess like this and especially if it's related to their odd relationship. However, he prefers staying quiet to let Taemin just let it out.

"I know that T-Taehyung is important in your life a-and you got so much shit to lose if you run away," Taemin wails in his sobs, covering his face with his hands, "But I need my Gatita too! It's been too long and I want to make things right again!"

This coaxed Jimin to close his eyes to the nerve in his heart to be tugged. He knows Taemin isn't saying this in order to try to convince Jimin to choose him over Taehyung, but more so just a rant to his vulnerable emotions that he doesn't know how to control.

Right now Jimin is on a tight rope with this, unsure on how to even handle the situation to help Taemin in anyway.

So he did what usually would help most of the time.

Jimin reaches over and removes his hands from his face, diving into kissing his lips.

Well that didn't end good at all as Jimin hoped.

Taemin pushes him away, more tears beaming his eyes, "Are you fucking loco! I am an emotional mess and your go to is to fucking kiss me? You're the only letting me go-"

"But you're not even fighting for me or us!" Jimin suddenly explodes, trying to see properly despite the blur of the alcohol fixing his vision, "You're in distress yet don't even do shit to make me stay!"

And just like that, the emotional ambient was gone.

And now... This is getting a bit more tense.

It's so obvious by how Taemin's face falls, tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows as he stares at Jimin, "I suggested we run away, you're the one choosing to stay!"

"And you let me go! I told you I would always choose you Taemin if you just give me something to fight for here so I can know I'm not wasting my time!" Jimin blurts out in distress now, getting to his feet since he feels like he might actually punch the floor if he stayed there, "But no! There you fucking go leaving me, again, showing another reason as to why this won't work! So yeah, maybe Taehyung was right on how you would never do just as much as I would do for you!"

Silent.

Just.... Silence.

The air felt so thick to take in, and it was getting harder to even process what the fuck is actually going on right now.

But one thing Jimin knew for sure is that Taemin is calm.

So.... Deadly.... Calm.

The tears and sobs completely went away, now staring at Jimin with this dark gaze that even made Jimin take a cautious step back as he realizes what he just said.

Fuck, why did he mention Taehyung?

A built up of nerves was coiling Jimin's body as Taemin also gets to his feet, swaying a little with his face completely tense and the deepest frown on his face that Jimin has ever seen.

Shit, maybe he tugged a nerve?

Nervously gulping, Jimin grunts, "Look I'm sorry-"

"Shut up," Jimin's lips sealed the second he heard that deathly dangerous tone on his voice.

Is he pissed?

Annoyed?

Irritated?

Who the fuck knows because he's not showing anything as a lead.

He's just.... Calm.

Jimin's guard raised up in blocks of built up when Taemin steps closer to him, unable to move away because of how every cell in his body froze to the presence growing closer towards him.

No, Jimin isn't scared to what Taemin may do to him.

He's just never seen him... Like this...

Damn, he fucked up.

Taemin is now standing in front of Jimin, his body still swaying from the alcohol but he suddenly leans to Jimin's face in such a intimidating stare. Provoking him to dare say something more, but Jimin keeps his lips sealed as he looks at him with his wide eyes.

There's a moment where Taemin just studies him closely, tilting his head to meet his gaze.

"Do you prefer me being that asshole that told you to shut up and force you against your will to stay by my side?" He growls lowly, making Jimin's hand twitch on his sides, "Do you not want me to be understanding towards you? Of your needs? Put them first before mines? I may a pathetic bitch towards you and whine about how I feel, but I would never put you in a position where you'll feel forced to choose me Jimin!"

Despite his bitter tone, Taemin remains calm as he says this, staring at Jimin in the eye to he can glue this into his head.

Taemin is not fighting so Jimin wouldn't feel caged up by his freedom. He's well aware of the freedom Jimin had before him, and he doesn't want to come barging into his life and make decisions for him, he wants Jimin to decide for himself.

He already laid out the option the only way they could be happy together, and if Jimin can't because of his own reasons than who is Taemin to come in the way of that?

Even if it hurts, he will have to let his Gatita go if he doesn't want to be with him under that condition.

Jimin could see that now, and even if his heart is yearning to be wherever this man goes in life, he would be leaving a lot behind in the life he has already made for himself.

This love that they had..... It was nice while it lasted, but it's a love that has to be let go of.

For both of their own good.

So Jimin felt his lips wobble, tearing his gaze away to look at the ground with that faint buzz still to the back of his head.

"Why can't this be easier?" Jimin asks to himself, his voice growing weaker with his hands shaking to his side, "Why is love so fucking impossible!"

Repeatedly Jimin has just be failed with love, and it seems like a never ending fucking cycle.

Why.... Just why....

Now that he's grown up and rekindled with his first love, even yet it's still so fucking impossible.

And he's growing tired of it.

Hands gently finds his jaw and guides his face forward, forcing to meet Taemin's gaze once again, who's not holding onto a tender smile with his eyes glistening.

"Because we aren't meant to be for each other... That's why it's impossible," He says delicately, provoking a deeper frown to Jimin's lips, "But I can guarantee you Gatita, when you find the love meant for you, it won't feel so impossible after all. We just..... Have to start opening up to the idea of that, even if that alone kills me to say."

Jimin stayed silent, letting the words sink in while refusing it all at once.

Maybe one day, he'll accept loving anyone else besides Taemin, but as for now he's the only man he has his eyes set on. The only one he sees himself lasting for so many years and actually fight for, without any regrets.

He's the only want he wants to love, forever.

So thriving off that sensitive impulse, Jimin once again leans and presses their lips together. This time Taemin didn't push him off, but he didn't move along to this either.

If anything, he was fighting hard to hold himself together.

"Gatita please-"

"Give me one last memory to cling onto before this ends," Jimin pleads while lips still hovered over his, "Please."

It was almost like magic that Taemin melted into Jimin's pleading request and kissed him back so deeply, making sure to engrave this moment forever in his mind as their move back to the bed and their bodies collided against it.

Jimin will always have control over Taemin; His heart and min, he always does, always will.

For his Gatita, Taemin will do anything for him.

Just for him to be happy, even if it means he has to disappear from his life for good.

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A/N:

It has taken me yearsssss to finally finish this chapterrrrrr

Yay!!! At least it's finished!

Next chapter will be written too by the way, be more vminkook focus together and well....

Just a heads up warning to some.... Heated scenes.....

Let's get it!

I PURPLE YOU! <33