Chapter Sixteen.
"I'm sick of crying, so I tried smiling but no one recognizes me,"

Warning: profanity may be used.

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Jungkook's POV

8/28/18, 7:50 PM

Jimin and I sat criss-cross applesauce on his living room floor. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Okay, so-" he began loudly as he clapped his hands together, an adorable eye smile making it's way to his handsome face, "Have you ever played 21 Questions before?" He asked me.

I rolled my eyes at his stupid inquire, "Duh."

"No need to be rude," he snapped back at me with a slight pout.

I sighed and mumbled an apology, not wanting to make him mad.

"Here, lets spice things up, shall we?" He asked with a devious smile plastered on his angelic features.

I got a bit nervous, wHAT DOES HE MEAN?!?

"SO, the first thing that's going to be different; the question you ask the person, you also have to answer that question, that makes sense, right?" he questioned.

I slightly nodded my head.

"Great! So, next thing; if you don't want to answer a question you have to-" he began, thinking over the penalty for not answering a question, "how about..... I GOT IT! You have to take a shot for every question you don't answer, got it?" Jimin asked rhetorically, finishing off his rhetorical inquire with a thumbs up.

Yes, I do understand, bUT I'M LOWKEY A LIGHTWEIGHT, I think frantically.

"Yep! Got it," I said with an okay sign.

"Good, let's begin," he smiled angelically, but behind that smile was a hidden devilish smirk.

"I'll go first," I said as I racked my brain for a question.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked.

Jimin looked at me with a bored expression, "That question is so BORING. I'm BORED, " he said.

"I legit just begun, how are you already bored?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"I get bored easily," he said as he yawned, looking like the living, breathing definition of being bored.

"Fine," I said, a little bit frustrated, "You ask a question."

"Okay," he rolled his eyes, "Are you are a virgin?"

"I just chocked," I said as I lifted the shot glass full of vodka to my mouth quickly and flung my head back, downing it.

"Fuckin wimp," he laughed as he shook his head n disapproval.

"Oi, if you're such a cool guy then you answer it," I retorted, immediately getting defensive over a sensitive topic that always makes me salty.

"Well if I must, no. No, I'm not," he stated emotionless.

I hummed in response.

"My turn, who'd you smash, bro?" he snorts at the way I put it.

"This dude named Hoseok, and technically he smashed me."

I froze.

"Ho-Hoseok...?" I asked.

"Yeah.....? Do you know him?"

The faint memories of that night flashed in my head, the name ringing in my ears. The way it slipped off Jimin's tongue and made it's way to my ears, reverberating in my head. I turned pale, thinking of all the bits and pieces of that night flooding back to me. All the odd things he's said to me, all the strange actions, the overall mystery of who he is.

"You good?" Jimin asked, concern written all over his soft features.

"Yeah, I-I'm good. Your turn," I stutter.

"Right... So I'm gonna go with a lighter question... How's your relationship with your family?"

I sigh as I take another shot, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, the alcohol burned the back of my throat, and the memories penetrating my head, trying to take over. The memories subside as the alcohol makes me feel tipsy, I smile as the alcohol starts to control me.

"Oof, well I guess you could say that I have a normal relationship with mine," he said as he stares intensely at my Adam's apple moving while I swallow, "Your turn."

"Right."

****time skip to one and a half hours later****

I laugh my ass off as I'm now drunk.

"Whose turn wasss it?" I slurred.

"I don't knoww, " he also slurred, sitting on my lap on the process.

"What're you doing?" as Jimin starts to grind on me.

I try to focus on Jimin and Jimin only because I started to have a slight crush on him, but that Alien trapped inside a human's body kept popping up.

What was his name again? Oh yeah, Taehyung, was it?

I groaned as I pushed Jimin off of me and stormed out of his dorm, running into Yoongi once I shut the door.

"Heyy, Yoongi!"

"Jungkook? I heard moans, did you and Jimin, you know-"

I didn't hear the rest as I already walked past him, went into the elevator, and hit the elevator button.

I watch him look from face to my obvious boner before the elevator door closes.

I go up to my flat's door and swing it open, slamming it closed.

I speed walk Taehyung's room and swing his door open, looking at him lustfully.

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Yoongi's POV
8/28/18, 9:29 PM

I watch the elevator closed with confusion clouding my eyes, and anger controlling my facial expressions and actions.

I slammed the door open with a lot of force and glared into the room.

Once my eyes land on Jimin, though, my vision and facial expressions soften.

He's passed out in the middle of the floor, softly snoring.

I study the room, nothing out of place, just shot glasses and a vodka bottle. I study Jimin, no swollen lips, clothes still intact, but... he has a boner.

I sigh as I shut the door and walk slowly to him, pick him up and softly lay him on his bed. After that, I start picking up the shot glasses and putting them away.

I picked up the vodka bottle when I hear an angelic voice calling out to me.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I say as I kneel down next Jimin's bed.

"Why do you ignore me?"

I sigh, "It's for your own good, trust me."

"But, I get lonely, Yoongs..."

Yoongs. That name triggers me to go in my head space, but I can't.

"Goodnight Min," I say as I tuck him in.

"Night," he whispers.

I cleaned everything up, put Jimin on his side In case he throws up, and went to sleep right next to him instead of on my own bed.

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