Since everyone was asking for an update and I love my readers more than anything.

Point out the mistakes today.
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The numbers were refusing to stay still as I tried to press them, but I knew that it was my dizzy mind, not the manufacturing defect of my samsung handset. When Jimin asked me to come to our regular autistic friendly bar, I did not object as it was Saturday today and I did not have to be present at work tomorrow, thus no reason to be worried if I end with a hangover the next day, although I doubted that would happen to me. I had always been limited with my alcohol intake, given to my sparse liking to its taste, and thus I had never gone home in a drunken state. Today though turned out to be an exception, as Jimin forced me to drink three jumbo glasses of beer and even made me try some tequila shots that tasted horrible, but much like every other alcohol in the world, it was addicting, the reason why I ended up taking 4 more shots of them.

Jimin and I were celebrating something but I never got to know what we were celebrating until he had to rush out of the bar with his last few informative words, that "the company who took their order will be visiting in the morning and he needs to wake up early for that". He paid for our drinks then left me alone in the bar. I did not mind but I do believe that he should be careful about such important details and keep a proper record of it, the way I do. But then again, he's not autistic and doesn't find any pleasure in this, so it's understandable that he didn't.

So in the end I stayed seated on my bar stool and called the first number that came to my mind. I wasn't drunk dialing, I knew I was calling Jungkook, since he was my boyfriend now and according to what I've seen in movies, boyfriends should pick up their drunk girlfriends (in Jungkook's case a boyfriend) from clubs. So I decided to follow that classic protocol and waited for Jungkook to pick up.

"Tae? Hello." He had started addressing me with a nickname since a few days now and I liked it every time. I still called him Jungkook though.

"Driving with a blood alcohol content of 0.05% or higher constitutes drunk driving, which can land me in in prison, with a fine of 5000$, five thousand. So as a boyfriend you should pick me up, you should. Pick me up please." I could hear a chuckle from the other side which left me confused. What exactly did he find funny?

"Never knew I would get to talk to a drunk Taehyung. Sure baby where are you right now, send me your location." Now that I think about it, I did not know where I am. It had something to do with autism. Wait who's autistic?

"Mr Juice serving guy, where am I?" I asked a guy standing behind the counter who looked at me weirdly.

Weird indeed. I remember drinking that juice, but I'm slowly starting to forget everything. And I'm not used to forgetting things. I don't like the kind of weird I'm experiencing right now.

"You're in a bar called Roses sir and you're yet to pay for the extra shots you drank." I drank shots? Why would anyone drink shots. Is this how it feels when someone tries to con you? I've never been conned before. Many weird things are happening today.

"Hello Tae? You still there?" I heard someone speak from my phone's speaker and the voice sounded a lot like my recently made boyfriend.

"Hello, hellooo. Why are speaking from a phone? Oh no cell phones are bad, very bad. Radiation, too much radiation." I mumbled as I frowned at the phone I was holding.

"Okay, I won't use it anymore. Now stay there yeah? I'm on my way." So apparently a man who sounds like my recently made boyfriend was on his way and I had no idea where that way was. Definitely not here though.

"Good no more phone. You're safe now, the world is safe." I giggled happily as the voice from the other end died down. Saving the world feels great.

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Jungkook's pov

Getting a drunk call from Taehyung wasn't something I imagined even in my wildest dreams. It wasn't the idea of him being drunk that surprised me though, but it was the fact that he was in a bar at the moment. I still remember how he almost had a breakdown, when I suggested going to a restaurant. So I have no idea how he survived in a bar that's a rendezvous of those scary lights as he termed it.

All my doubts cleared up though as soon as I stepped inside the perfectly lit bar, with no color variations whatsoever, they even provided you with headphones in case you wanted to dance. Instead of paying the music in loud speakers. Maybe not the best idea of a bar for the Gen Z generation these days but I honestly would prefer this over the other loud and crowded ones.

Once I made my way inside, my eyes started searching for that familiar bob of curly black hairs, who must be giggling right now and brighting up every onlookers day. And that's exactly what I witnessed but with an addition of an extra bob of raven hairs. And those heartwarming giggles were directed specifically towards him making me narrow my eyes. Cunning bees swarming on my honey.

But what made me panic was pastry that the man was feeding him. A Pink pastry. That has to be strawberry, and Taehyung is allergic to strawberry.

"What the hell are you feeding him. He's allergic to strawberries" I shouted once I reached them and threw the cake to the ground watching it crumble. But that was the least of my concern right now.

"Baby are you alright? Did you eat that? Should we go to a hospital?" The answer I recieved did not come from Taehyung but from the same man who almost just killed my boyfriend.

"He's allergic to mulberries not strawberries, god knows how someone gets that confused." The embarrassment I felt at that moment was ground swallowing but I tried to cover that with my anger.

"Your assistance is no longer needed here. You may leave."

"In your care? A potential threat to his life who couldn't remember the difference between mulberries and strawberries? I would rather not." I heard the man scoff, making me grit my teeth. Who the fuck does he think he is.

"And who are you to decide that?"

"Min Yoongi. His psychologist and a very good friend. Now who would you be?" Okay so maybe he's not a swarming bee after all, but just as annoying nonetheless.

"Jeon Jungkook. His boyfriend." I definitely looked smug while answering, a rare contrast to my personality but I couldn't care less.

"I'll see to that." This annoying bitch.

"Taehyung can you hand me your phone?" The audacity he had for a therapist was making my blood boil.

"Oh yes take it was away. Away take it away. Phones are bad. Wait are you robbing me Yoongi? I'm getting robbed now? This is a very dangerous neighborhood. Dangerous. Very dangerous" Before I could interject, Yoongi got ahold of his phone and he was soon unlocking the device successfully.

"How do you know his password!" I exclaimed, not impressed with his antics.

"I'm his psychologist since 5 years now Mr Jeon. I guessed." Cocky bastard. While I held Taehyung by his waist who was very much busy sniffing my perfume, I observed from my peripheral vision that he was dialing someone from his phone.

"Uncle, my warm greetings to you." Uncle! He gets to address Taehyung's father as Uncle?!

"Yoongi? Why are you calling from Taehyung's phone? He said he was going to meet Jimin. Is he in your company too?" The tone in which Mr Kim talked to him did not go unnoticed by me. He was very sweet with him, unlike with me.

"No Uncle. But we're in the middle of a situation here. So I met Taehyung in a bar and planned to drop him at his house but then a man intervened and is claiming to be his boyfriend. I, of course wanted to be sure before letting him leave with a person I don't recognise." Pitty bastard is clearly trying to win his way, through sweet talks. I should have called Mr Kim first.

"That's so thoughtful of you Yoongi, but don't worry he isn't lying. Anyone of you, who finds it more convenient can bring him home. Bring him safely though. Have a good day." With that the line went dead and the look in his eyes clearly indicated that this was a declaration of war. Why was he so keen on taking Taehyung home, was unknown to me, but my boyfriend wasn't going anywhere with him today.

"This is farewell then." I said with a smile which he returned but not before opening his pretty mouth.

"Now that I remember, aren't you the owner of Jeon Inc? You must be pretty busy too. Do not worry I'll drop him. It's on my way." Okay I'm honestly too old for this shit.

"I came all the way here to pick him up, so I definitely have enough time for him. And look here Mr Min, you're his psychologist, so you crushing on my boyfriend is very unprofessional and clearly unappreciated. I am not a violent person but if you'll tick me off too much then it will not be a pretty sight. So do me a favour and stop causing a ruckus when I have a drunk boyfriend to take care of. If I offended you, then you asked for it." The smile on his face did not waver but he didn't make any further remarks, saving me from a fight.

"Jungjung is red. Very red. Oh shit he's a bunny. A rabbit. Scientific name? Jeon Jungkookie jungi Jungkook....." Everything I felt was momentary. The anger, the frustration, the rage. Because I had him in my arms right now to overpower my every emotion with his presence.

Kim Taehyung, my moonlight in this starry night.