Jungkook

It's over three months since I and Jimin started dating, but I still feel like I would die whenever he comes too close or looks at me with those vampire's eyes. I squeeze my neck as I try to speak. "Why was it so important to meet today?" I ask and hope I didn't upset him.

He seemed so excited. I regret asking now. Why did I even?

"I came over on Sunday, but you weren't home. I have a surprise I hope you like." He tells me and my palms start to sweat.

"Wear your heels." He suddenly interrupts from my bed and I look at my sneakers.

What's wrong with them? Does he not like me like this? 

"Okay," I turn around and walk to my shoe drawer.

"Keep your eyes close," he instructs me and I do as we step out. He guides me to the ground floor and when he lets go of me, I flutter my eyes open to a white Sedan.

I confusedly look at him. "Whose car is it?" I ask, walking closer to it.

"It's mine," Jimin beams, and I smile. But then I cannot continue it for a long time. Did he buy this so he could take me out?

"C-congratulations..."I stutter. "I thought your work provides you a cab." My eyes are betraying me.

"Do you really mean it?" Jimin chuckles. "Your voice doesn't convince me that you are happy for me." He squints his eyes and I turn around to cover my face.

"Hey," Jimin pulls my palms down.

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Jimin

My heart stops to see his tears. Why is he crying so suddenly? "Hey, bunny. Shhh..." I wipe his tears and want to kiss his forehead, but he looks up at me with such a broken dollface.

"You did this for me. Didn't you?" He asks.

I did. But it's nothing. I want to do more.

"No, doll. I needed a car. It was long pending on my list. I didn't need it in Paris so I decided to buy it once I moved back to Korea, and here it is. Why do you think I bought it for you?" I caress his head and soothe his back. He sniffles. He is so adorable.

"I might have told Taehyung Hyung after getting drunk one night that I want a boyfriend like him who would, you know," he hiccups. "Pick me up from my place. It's been my dream since I was seven. I know it's stupid, but every time I saw Taehyung Hyung pulling up here, Hoseok Hyung always smiled and excitedly walked out of the house. I wanted to experience it too."

I hold his palm after listening to him and unlock the car. Getting around, I pick the tissue box from inside and offer it to him. "You don't need to cry, Kookie. I really bought it for me, and also a little bit for you. I would love to take you out whenever you want. It's just a car. No big deal. Okay? Don't think too much."

He nods and I lean to kiss his cheeks.

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He cheers up after we drive to the river bridge and get ourselves ice cream. We spend time looking at the river. He is so cute and considerate. He is worried about the new car so he wants to eat his ice cream outside, but I don't let him. When I drop him back home, I start to miss him already.

He is going to attend an evening event in a hotel. We used to meet almost every day. Now that his workshops have started, he is busier than usual.

He must be having fun right now. I grumble to the freezer to get Gin out and make myself a martini at home. Glass after glass makes me feel hot. I turn on the music and let loose my shirt. 

The weather is turning warmer with each passing day. A few drinks in, I get a call from Jungkook. I pick up and hear him giggle carelessly. It only means one thing. He is drunk.

"You okay there, baby?" I ask, suddenly feeling turned on in the ambiance I have set with dim lights, music, and good liquor.

"Can you come to pick me up?"

"Right away. Where are you?" I ask, but his voice turns static, and the call disconnects.

I immediately dial back but he doesn't pick up. I call Hoseok and thankfully, he answers.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Jungkook's event was today?"

"It is in Hyatt, the same place I work at," Hoseok tells me and I sigh in content.

"Could you please check on him? I got a call from him but now he isn't picking up." 

"I could, but he already left with Mrs. Cha. Was he drunk?" Hoseok asks.

"Yeah."

"Fuck!" Hoseok grumbles as if he would throw a fit.

"Could you please get home first and take him upstairs. He will cause a whole scene, and the society guards will make a complaint to the committee."

I hustle quickly. "I am on my way."

I call Jungkook again and again, he doesn't pick up. My worry grows. At least he is with Mrs. Cha. The lady sure is nosy but is trustworthy.

I reach there first and stand outside the apartment gate for about twenty minutes before a car stops by and waddles out Jungkook to fall in my arms. I hold him, he reeks of alcohol. His t-shirt has wine spots all around the neck and chest. "What happened, baby? Are you okay?" 

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Jungkook

I see Mrs. Cha handing my phone to Jimin. "He was throwing up so I took his phone." Did she just tell my boyfriend of the disgusting thing I was doing? I want to cry now.

I cannot stand straight. My legs feel like jelly but I hardly had three glasses of wine, not even hard alcohol. How did I get so drunk? I am laughing a lot as Jimin collects my stuff from Mrs. Cha and begins to take me to the elevator. He looks so beautiful with his tousled hair, collar button opened, cherry lips, and a serious face. He is my center of focus. If I keep my eyes on him, I won't puke anymore.

He opens the house with a key that I didn't give him. How does he have a key? My drunk mind works faster.

He successfully quickens me into the room and my stomach growls. "Am I too heavy?" I ask him as he lets me down on the bed. He only smiles and goes down to take off my shoes. Throwing them away haphazardly, he takes my t-shirt off next and thwarts for a second to just look at me.

I feel the need to taste the cherry lips on mine. I pull Jimin down and we kiss messily. My hands wander to his belt and his hands find mine. As we pull away, panting hard, I raise my hips so he can take off my pants but he looks as though he is in deep thoughts.

"No, Jungkook," he shakes his head, his small voice comes out.

"Am I so unfuckable?" I ask, feeling tears hitting me in desperation.

"You are perfect, doll. I don't want our first experience to be when you are half-ass drunk."

"But Jimin, I really want this," I am intrepid as I point to his dick.

He quickly stands up, fastening his belt in the process. "Sorry, baby. You might just regret it in the morning. I want you to be sober when we do this and be able to meet my eyes after."

As I see him fleeing the room, I cry. I feel like an interloper in my own room. "Please... Don't go."

He looks back at me, closes the door, and disappears.

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