Taehyung's pov

We had arrived at Jungkook's residence, or more precisely, his apartment building. The car engine quieted as I skillfully parked, and I turned to Jungkook to see him gazing out of the window. His eyes, wide and doe-like, sparkled with a myriad of emotions, each one subtly conveyed through the expressive depths of his gaze. The city lights outside danced in those captivating eyes, mirroring the enchanting allure that seemed to reside within him.

With a fond smile, I inquired, "What happened? Why are you laughing?" His laughter continued, adding a melodic undertone to the night until he finally managed to share his thoughts amid the giggles.

"You are so handsome!!! I feel like blushing just by looking at you..."

As I smiled in response to Jungkook's compliment, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest. Gently caressing his cheek, I savoured the moment, appreciating the sincerity in his inebriated confession. Walking towards the building, the city lights flickering around us, I felt a sense of ease and camaraderie with Jungkook.

Upon entering the elevator, he leaned on me for support, his intoxication making his movements a bit unsteady. The soft hum of the elevator accompanied our ascent, and I found myself steadying Jungkook, feeling the weight of his body against mine. Despite the playful banter and the effects of alcohol, there was a genuine connection, a subtle understanding that transcended words in that shared space of the elevator.

The elevator dinged as we reached the top floor, and the grand entrance to Jungkook's penthouse awaited us. Assisting him as we walked out, I guided him to the door. Standing before the imposing entrance, I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious setting around us.

Facing Jungkook, I inquired, "Where's your key?" His gaze, clouded by the effects of alcohol, met mine with confusion as he muttered, "What key?" Leaning on me, he rested his head on my shoulder, on the verge of passing out.

Concern etched on my face, I tried to rouse him, "Jungkook? Get up! Do you have a key? Or what's the password? Jungkook? Get up... I don't know your password..." The gravity of the situation sank in – locked out of his own penthouse with a barely conscious Jungkook.

Frustration lingered in the air as my attempts to wake Jungkook proved futile for another ten long minutes. His fatigue had taken over, rendering him unresponsive to my efforts. Left with no other option, I decided to seek assistance. I dialed Yoongi's number, but to my dismay, he remained unreachable.

With a resigned sigh, I turned to Jimin, hoping he might hold the key—figuratively, at least—to resolving this situation. Jimin groggily answered the phone, his annoyance palpable as he muttered, "Hello? Tae, it's fucking 2 am. What the hell do you want?"

I wasted no time, urgency in my voice as I asked, "Do you know Jungkook's penthouse password?" Jimin, still grappling with sleep, replied, "No, I don't. But what are you doing at Jungkook's home?"

Realizing the late hour and the lack of a quick solution, I hastily responded, "I'll tell you tomorrow. I have to go. Bye." The call ended, leaving me with the weight of an unsolved predicament and the pressing need to find a way into Jungkook's penthouse.

The realization dawned on me that getting Jungkook into his penthouse was an insurmountable task at the moment. Left with no alternative, I decided to take him to my apartment. Jungkook, in his inebriated state, leaned heavily on me, his entire weight supported by my frame. With a sigh, I slid one arm behind his back and positioned my other hand beneath his knees, hoisting him up into my arms. His head found a comfortable spot on my chest as he mumbled incoherently in his drunken slumber.

Navigating through the building, I reached the elevator and, with considerable effort, made my way to my car. Gently placing Jungkook in the passenger seat, still lost in a deep sleep, I started the car and headed towards my home.

Upon arriving at my home, I parked the car in my designated spot and stepped out. Heading to the passenger side, I once again lifted Jungkook in the same manner as before. Approaching the front door, I dialed in the password, and with a soft whoosh, the door slid open. With careful steps, I made my way to the bedroom, where I gently laid Jungkook on the bed. Ensuring his comfort, I covered him with a blanket, silently hoping he would rest peacefully through the night.

 I then headed to the bathroom for a brief, hot shower. As the warm water enveloped me in the shower, a cascade of thoughts flooded my mind, reliving the vivid moments of the day. Jungkook's entrance at the party was nothing short of angelic, his presence casting a positive light over the entire gathering. The conversations we shared, the laughter that echoed through the air, and the unique bond we seemed to be forming played like a heartwarming movie in my mind.

I couldn't shake the memory of Jungkook in my arms, the way he leaned into my touch, and the warmth of his body against mine. His words about finding me handsome echoed in my ears, not once but twice, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. A small, contented smile graced my face as I reminisced about the day's events. Meeting Jungkook had unexpectedly turned an ordinary day into something extraordinary, becoming the highlight of my entire week.

 I slipped into fresh clothes after the shower, choosing to rest on the couch for the night. I didn't want to impose on Jungkook or make him feel uneasy when he woke up in the morning and found me beside him. As I lay on the couch, exhaustion settling in, I closed my eyes, attempting to embrace the embrace the embrace the restful embrace of sleep.

Before succumbing to slumber, I couldn't resist stealing a glance at Jungkook's serene face. Even in his sleep, he exuded an otherworldly beauty, a captivating charm that held my attention. A peculiar feeling stirred within me—a fascination I hadn't experienced before. Was it a budding attraction? Perhaps. I pondered the possibilities, deciding to let the events of the next day unfold naturally. With that, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the depths of a peaceful sleep.