Stray Kids - Side Effect

Reality felt different from these lenses.

It was like watching from outside a glass box, unable to get in and leaving one with no choice but to just watch..... And stare. With no control over anything really, shit not even on their own body.

That's how Jeongguk is right now, staring from outside a glass box.

The loud buzzing of the music feels like vibrations against his ear, able to distinguish the noise but not knowing what the words that strings along with it say or even mean. Maybe if his head wasn't already fuzzy from the alcohol and his body didn't feel like a light feather, perhaps he would've paid more attention to see if he can focus hard enough if he wanted to.

But truth is he didn't want to.

He didn't want to know anyone, or even focus.

All these people around him, dancing or drinking along side the bar with him - he didn't care what their names could be or if they even find him attractive. His goal here was to distract his mind a little, perhaps meet someone and get laid.

Now he doesn't give a shit.

And funny part is that he doesn't know what he wants.

He doesn't want to dance, to try to communicate with people at least with some signs that they could understand - not even make out with someone and forget their faces the next second.

All he wants is to sit here, and drink until he can forget the reason as to why his throat clenches whenever he speaks and how he became deaf in the first place.

Jeongguk wants to forget it all.

And he is starting to.

That's the best part.

"Kook! Come on!"

Namjoon is in front of him now, just as he finished his shot of alcohol, "You need to move, trust me."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, "I don't want to."

Even his hand signs are getting sluggish, just like his consciousness as stares at Namjoon's face and sudden starts to giggle to how funny he looks.

He's so adorable.

"Alright, that's enough for you. Let's take you to the dorm-"

"Relax," Jeongguk signs with a huff, "I'm not that bad. If I am, I'll let you know. Go have fun.... I might join in a bit."

Namjoon is staring at him hesitantly, clearly not wanting to leave him be, but Jeongguk only pats his arm for him to go with a motivating smile to show that he's okay; even if he's seeing double right now.

He just knows how to disguise his drunkness well.

It seemed to have worked in convincing Jeongguk because his brother did end up leaving to join in on the fun. It actually makes him happy to see his brother having fun, and not being depressed about Jimin.

Ah, Jimin.

Why the fuck did he just think about him now?

A twisting frown twitches his lips, turning around on the bar to order another drink with just a hand raised up to the bartender. The girl didn't even need to ask him what he wanted, since Namjoon explained to her he'll just have the same thing he ordered in the beginning.

Who knows how long ago that was.

This one beverage though felt different when he chugged it down his throat. It burned, no shit it did, but the taste felt different.

Or maybe Jeongguk is already hallucinating shit.

Whatever it was, he was chuckling to himself as it slowly twists in laughter with the world now feeling like it was rotating before his eyes. Maybe he was the one that was rotating. But even when he laid his head on the counter, he could still felt the world moving so badly that just filled him with so much giddiness in a way he's never felt before.

"I'm floating," He laughs to himself, closing his eyes as he tries to sit up but it felt like his body was giving up by how heavy it suddenly felt. It was a nice type of heavy, it almost tickled.

Hehe it tickles.

"Jimin, you piece of shit," He mutters to himself, suddenly slapping a floppy hand to his cheek, "No, no thinking about you. Ha.... Enjoy your fucking date for all I fucking care-"

A graze of hands on his arms suddenly snakes his attention, just barely feeling it by how light it felt. The only way he figured someone was there in the first place was by how he felt a breath caressing his neck.

It's so hot.

He could hear a voice murmur against his ear, but obviously he didn't hear it. It was like trying to hear from underwater, feeling the sensation of words but unable to make out anything from it.

Shit.

Jeongguk places a sloppy finger on his lips, smiling, "Shhh.... I can't hear you - Ha, I can't hear myself either."

That's what Jeongguk tried to say, but he's not sure if he did.

Either way he felt himself being tugged off the barstool and to feet, nearly smashing to the ground by how weak his legs wobbled but a hand on his torso held him upright as they guided him through the crowd. Jeongguk's head slumps from side to side, trying to see properly what was before his eyes but he could only see shadows and blinding lights before leaning onto the body helping him.

Hm.... They smell good.

Candy.

A muffled chuckle giggles Jeongguk's lips, unable to distinguish the bathroom door that was pushed aside or the fact that he was pressed against the wall with a face hovered over his. Head spinning now, Jeongguk leans his head back against the wall with series of hiccupping laughs to the way he felt warm lips caress his neck.

"No no," He weakly pats the person's shoulder, "For..... Angel only, okay. Off limits, Jimin.... Kick your ass."

He didn't hear what the other person said, but he did manage to hold then by the jaw and pull them back - now hooded eyes staring right back at them.

Jeongguk can't make out anything properly, but one thing for sure is that he can see a mess of dark hair with a sullen face.

And lips....

Lips.

"Jimin," He murmurs, blinking numbly, "I need you."

Was all he said before slamming their lips together.

Ugh! - BTS

"Okay, you need to calm down."

"I am fucking calm."

"Then stop fucking moving!"

"Stop telling me what to do!"

You see, Jimin really thought by saying he had a date today would somewhat convince Jeongguk to not go to some stupid club. Maybe he wanted to make him jealous, or something, just to know about how he feels in regards to him in general since he's been so damn tense after what happened at the dorm.

Yeah, no, that was a lost cost.

A waste of oxygen!

Now Jimin is here as some pathetic third wheeler for the heartbroken couple at his apartment, pacing back and forth until Jeongguk returns home - to which Hongjoong will inform Minho of once he does return to the dorm since he's staying on guard.

It's two in the fucking morning, and still nothing.

Jimin was so willing to go to the stupid dorm to make sure Hongjoong was not knocked out right now. Ha, easier said than done, but he's not a heartless prick.

Even if he wanted to.

This is the only time Minho and Taehyung have to be together like this, literally, after days of not seeing each other. Taehyung hasn't visited the dorm since he introduced Irene, since he has to pull the stunt on seeing like a happy couple with her, so it hasn't been easy for either for them to sneak time together. Besides Jimin needed some excuse to not go out on a hunt to find Jeongguk's stupid ass, so they're the best bet to hold him back.

Why did he call them specifically and not Taemin or Jihyo? Shit, he doesn't fucking know.

Something about seeing them together, cuddled up now on his couch with tight arms around each other with this peaceful aura around their features, just felt right. Not going to lie, he didn't really like Irene upon first glance and maybe it's because they share the same energy, and he can only imagine how the two have been without each other so he did them this favor.

And maybe because he also felt like he was losing his mind with things in regards to Jeongguk.

Okay that's not the point now, the point is why the fuck is he not at the dorm yet!

"Jimin please, just sit down," Taehyung sighs heavily, pulling away from Minho's arms, "You're going to make me anxious-"

Jimin phone suddenly rings. Anxiously he yanks it out of his pocket and the stupid devious fucking trembling in his hands as he quickly answered without looking at it.

"Hello-"

"Hi Jim-"

"FUCK YOU NAMJOON!" And he hangs up, throwing the stupid phone to the table with aggravated hands through his hair.

He doesn't even know why he's so stressed, but he is.

Just thinking about how the music could possibly be blaring against Jeongguk's ears right now, rising his anxiety and then having an attack like how he did in the training room was like in a stupid repeat in Jimin's head; Not having anyone there to ease him down or understand what he's saying because he can't talk-

Gah! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY!

"Jimin, literally calm down!" Minho huffs tiredly, running a hand up and down Taehyung's back, "Jeongguk is a grown adult, he's not a child."

"I know that - The fuck, you think I'm worried about him-"

"Please don't even try to deny it," Taehyung cuts in, rubbing his eyes sleepily, "Anyways, we're going to stay with you until he appears just so you won't be alone. Whatever time that is."

Jimin scoffs, flipping a hand, "You guys are sleeping over, you're not leaving."

Minho perks at him, "What-"

"You honestly want to go back out there and act as though you guys weren't fucking each other in a love sex just last month?" Jimin's brutal worlds sliced the air in his charming vulgar vocabulary, watching how both of their cheeks turned red, "Look I may not give a shit about people, but it pisses me off this whole idea of you two having to be with other people. So, stay here. At least you can fuck on the coa- OH GOD I GOT A MESSAGE- NAMJOON STOP TEXTING ME SHIT!"

There's no doubt Namjoon is drunk right now, and of course that followed along with him blasting Jimin's phone with messages about how much he misses him and some desperate shit that cringes his soul.

He's literally losing his patience about what to do about Namjoon by this point - it's literally ridiculous.

Taehyung awkwardly glances at Minho, who clears his throat to the heat against his skin while sitting up now, eyes to Jimin, "So.... Namjoon's drunk texting you?"

Jimin rubs his face anxiously, "Yes, he's so fucking annoying!"

Now Taehyung furrows his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side, "So, if he's drunk.... What about Jeongguk?"

For the love of-

If Jimin's frustration wasn't already high before, it definitely boosted up to a new level now.

"FUCK!"

Before he could even recollect himself, he was marching to the door with nothing but a t-shirt to face the winter weather, however he didn't make it so far because Minho drags him back by the waist.

"Calm down-"

"I won't calm the fuck down! Namjoon is such a stupid prick and so irresponsible! How the fuck is he going to be drunk and his damn brother being a sensitive little shit doesn't help-"

"Jimin!"

"AM I LYING THOUGH!"

Minho grunts as Jimin continues to struggle, "You really need to control your temper-"

"GUYS!"

Both men look to the side, seeing Taehyung standing there with Jimin's ringing phone in hand.

With Jeongguk's name on it.

Jeongguk.

Jimin's heart practically dropped out his his body. He didn't waste a beat. Scrambling off of Minho's arms and nearly tripping over his feet before he grabs the phone and was just about to answer.

But then his face fell, realization slowly hitting him.

Jeongguk doesn't talk....

Not unless.... Actually Jimin doesn't even know when he talks, but if it's anything like last time than he must be mad.

But he never calls.

Shit, did he lose his phone or something?

Without thinking so deep into it, Jimin answers the call and brings the phone to his ear, "Hello?"

A lot of shuffles is the first thing he hears, followed by a voice, "Um hello? Sorry to call so late but... Shit," It's an unfamiliar voice, "The o-owner of this phone is passed out on the floor and he had this number on speed dial so I called it. Erm.. Can you please come pick him up-"

The phone slips past Jimin's fingers, smashing to the ground.

And he was out of that apartment before the guy could even finish was he was saying.

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A/N:

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Let's see what happens next chapter!

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