❝Drunk Talks❞
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I STARED AT THE BLACK DOOR IN FRONT OF me blankly, my hands fidgeted with the broken piece of diamond—just what is the meaning of this diamond?—I sighed in vain, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I glanced at the clock, 12:58—where is Jungkook? It's getting so late.

I flinched when I heard the main door to the house being opened, I glanced back at the diamond in my hand, and quickly opened the drawer next to my bed, and threw the diamond in it, before going out of the room. Jungkook—he closed the door behind, his eyes half closed.

His face was swollen badly—did he fight again?—I worriedly walked to him, he struggled to walk, and fell on me when I tried to help him. I wrapped my hands around him, "Are you okay?" I asked him in a whisper, he hiccuped, snuggling into my neck. I frowned when he sniffed my hair, his hands moving up to hold my waist.

"I miss her." He muttered, his voice was muffled, his breath tickling my skin. "Who?" I asked him, feeling weird. "Her." He replied, giggling. "Are you drunk?" I asked in disappointment, pushing him away as I held his shoulders to keep him supported. He stared at me blankly, his head moving as he nodded.

I sighed, "You shouldn't have drank, you were already drunk." I told him, he didn't reply, instead, he reached out to caress my cheeks, his eyes staring into mine. "I don't feel drun—" His words were cut off by his laziness, he sighed, pulling me into a hug. "I'm tired." He whispered tiredly, I struggled to keep the large man supported.

"Jungkook?" I called him out gently, he nodded, my neck vibrating, chills ran down my spine, "Are you drooling on my neck?" My voice cracked in disgust and sarcasm, it was funny, but still disgusting.

He didn't reply, again. I didn't understand what he was doing until I felt his fingers against the zip of my dress, my eyes widened, "Do—" He pushed the zip down, and I quickly pushed him away, my hand going back to hold my dress together. I stepped back from him, my eyes afraid.

He tilted his head, smiling. "You're hurt, come with me." I said, quickly pushing the zip up and held his hand. Somehow, he was incredibly obedient to me. He stared at my back at I guided him to my room.

He sat on the bed, staring at me. I walked to my suitcase, opening the front pocket and pulled out a small first aid kit, I felt amazing at how I was able to pull out the right thing at he right time.

I sat beside him, and he immediately faced me. I dipped the ointment on the cotton, applying it on the side of his lips. He winced, loudly, "It hurts!" He whined. I looked at him in surprise, "But you were acting like Captain America in front of that man." I said, raising my brows.

He pouted, "You can hold my hand if it hurts too much." I said, he leaned towards my ear, "Can I hold your thigh—" I pushed him away, "No. That's vulgar." I simply said, reaching out. He sighed, holding my hand.

I applied the ointment on his face, he would wince and squeeze my hand now and then.

I quickly applied the bandage on his forehead, closing the box and placed it on the drawer. "So, did you fight?" I asked him, knitting my brows deeply. "You weren't this hurt before." I said, he stared at me. "Those men were saying bad things about you, I didn't like it." My eyes softened, "So I beat them, but they were so many—" I raised my hand in the air, stopping him from completing his sentence.

"I'm not important, you should take care of yourself." I said, sighing. "You are. To me." He said, leaning forward, "Y-You're drunk." He paused, sighing.

"But what did you say to that man?" I asked him, raising my brows. "Well I told him that I'm the owner—" I cut him off. "You're the owner?!" I asked him in surprise, he nodded. "Yes. And I called him a fu*ker too." I giggled at that, "I shouldn't laugh at this." I said, biting my lips.

He looked down at my lips, before licking his own. "And I told him you're my wife." My smile dropped, I tilted my head. "Wh-What?" I asked, my heart swelled from the weird feeling I was having. He nodded, "Don't I deserve a reward for that?" He asked, I raised my brows in confusion, he pointed at his lips, puckering them into a pout.

He leaned in, I quickly pushed his forehead, he winced and fell back. "Oh!" My eyes widened in surprise. I quickly got off, "Are you hurt again? Did I hit you too hard?" I asked him, he hid his face and laid silently on the bed for a while.

"Hey." I lightly poked his shoulder, he sighed, hands falling on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. "You aren't bleeding." I told him, standing up straight, isn't he acting suspicious?—I walked to the door, "You should go and rest." I told him. He winced and got up, "It hurts."

I sighed and walked to him, "Where?" I asked, raising my brows. He pointed towards the red mark around his cheek, "Here." I knitted my brows, "What am I supposed to do?" I pointed to myself.

He smiled, "Blow on it." I scoffed, "What? Blow? You aren't that hurt." I said, crossing my arms over my chest, "Just do it." He whined.

Is he.. Mocking you?—I licked my lips, maybe. I leaned towards his face, lightly blowing on his wound. He grinned, "Does it hurt too mu—" My words were cut off when he grabbed my cheeks and pecked my lips.

My eyes widened, I stared at him in surprise. He grinned, wiggling his brows, "What the—" I pushed him away, wiping my mouth. "What's with you? You're not hurt, so leave!" I yelled, pointing at the door.

He blankly stared at me, "I love you." He suddenly said. My hand fell by my side in surprise, my eyes softened at the sudden confession. "Wh—" He got up, walking to me.

"I love you." He repeated, I scoffed. "You're drunk." I told him, he tilted his head to a side. "I can't sleep." He muttered, "So? What can I do?" I asked him, he smiled.

He pulled me to the bed, I hastily sat on the bed, he crawled behind me and laid his head on my lap. "Put me to sleep." He said, grinning.

My hands lay in the air in shock, "What?" I mocked, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his head.

I straightened my posture, my hand lightly running along his head,

"I love you." He repeated, eyes closing,

"Seran."