By his third drink Jungkook knows he's kind of drunk.

By his fourth he knows he should probably stop.

But by his fifth he seems to be way past the point of tipsy.

And after that point he doesn't really recall what happened next.

He does know that he and Jongsuk are in the middle of an intense make out session when Taehyung shows up.

The model pushes the stranger off of Jungkook, startling both Jungkook and Jongsuk.

"What the hell?" The older man says angrily.

"What are you doing Jungkook?" Taehyung asks the, obviously drunk, man.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook shoots back, his words slurring together.

"Who are you?" He asks the stranger, who doesn't seem quite as drunk.

"The better question is who are you. Jungkook said he came alone." Jongsuk says.

"This is my douche bag boss I was telling you about." Jungkook slurs, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung looks a little surprised by his words but he just sighs. "Let's go, Kook. I've been looking for you for ages."

Jungkook snatches his arm away. "No! I'm with Jongsuk. Not you."

"What?" Taehyung asks. "Just come on, Jungkook. Jin's waiting for us."

"No. If you want to take someone home take Hoseok. You're already and inch deep in each other's ass anyways." He says.

Jongsuk sighs. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he had a boyfriend. I would have never~"

    "I'm not his boyfriend." Taehyung says.  "He works for me."

    "Oh...kay?" Jongsuk says in confusion. "I see you guys have some things to work out. I'll just go. Bye Jungkook, it was nice meeting you."

Jungkook pouts as Jongsuk leaves and disappears into the crowd.

    "Look what you did!" He says angrily at Taehyung.

The model ignores him and grabs him by the arm, pulling him to the exit of the club.

Jungkook tries to pull his arm away but his attempts are weak.

    "Let go!" He says, finally pulling his arm away once they are outside.

    "What's gotten into you Jungkook?" Taehyung asks crossing his arms. "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

    "How long was your head not stuck up Hoseok's ass?" Jungkook asks, pretending to actually think about it.

    "What do you have against him all of a sudden?" The pinkette asks.

    "What do you mean!? I've never liked him!" The younger says, raising his voice angrily.

    "Don't yell." Taehyung says, not wanting to grab the attention of anyone else on the street. "Why are you so upset? Just tell me."

    "Because you're pissing me off." Jungkook says honestly. "I don't understand how you could still want to be with him after everything he put you through!"

    "Who? Hoseok?" The other asks, suddenly understanding. "What I feel for Hoseok is something completely different that you wouldn't understand."

    "Oh I wouldn't?" Jungkook asks. "You're seriously going to tell me I wouldn't understand what it's like to be drawn to a toxic relationship?"

    "Is this seriously why you're upset?" Taehyung asks, avoiding the question. "It has absolutely nothing to do with you!"

    "Yes it does! Because I fucking love you, you jerk!" Jungkook spits, pushing Taehyung away from him. "And you have some fucking nerve, you know that? How could you convince me to leave my toxic ass relationship just to walk right back into your own!?"

"J-...Jungkook." Taehyung says, stepping back towards the other.

"And isn't he hurting you!?" Jungkook asks. "All the hell you told me he put you through! He broke you down to the point of not wanting to be in a sober mindset anymore! Is he not hurting you!?"

    "Either way, it doesn't concern you." Taehyung says, his expression hard and angry.

    "You're such an asshole." Jungkook says turning to walking away, only to be stopped by Taehyung.

    "Where are you going?" He asks, despite being upset he didn't want Jungkook roaming around by himself while he was under the influence.

    "Do you care?" The younger asks, snatching his arm away.

    "You're drunk." Taehyung says taking his arm again. "I don't care if you're mad at me. I'm not letting you walk around by yourself."

    "I'm not mad at you." Jungkook says looking at Taehyung with tearful eyes. "I'm just really disappointed."

This time, Taehyung doesn't stop Jungkook from pulling his arm away and walking off.

He just lets the younger walk away in the opposite direction of the club.

He doesn't know why he doesn't stop him but before he comes to his senes it too late.

Jungkook is gone.

—

Taehyung sighs as he dials Jungkook's number again for the umpteenth time.

It's almost five in the morning and Jungkook still hasn't turned up at the penthouse.

Taehyung has been calling him for hours and he still wasn't receiving an answer.

He had waited outside of the club for over two hours before leaving and going home in hopes that Jungkook might show up.

But he still hasn't showed up after this long.

Taehyung's calls go straight to voicemail and his message all say sent.

He was so worried that something had happened to Jungkook, he shouldn't have let him go.

He was just so...hurt.

He didn't understand why his heart was hurting like it was, he didn't understand why Jungkook's words were affecting him like they were.

He didn't think Jungkook noticed how much Hoseok had been affecting him.

And Jungkook's confession just made his already conflicted heart more conflicted.

He cared too much about Jungkook to put him through all the bullshit that came with being in a relationship with him.

He was too problematic for Jungkook.

After not receiving an answer he hangs up and stands to go upstairs.

Where ever Jungkook was, he hoped he was okay.

—

Jungkook isn't quite sure where he is when he wakes up.

He panics momentarily but tries to stay calm, the pounding in his head is relentless as he pushes himself into a sitting position.

He's half naked apart from his boxers, his mind is fuzzy about the events of last night.

He looks around the room for his clothes but only finds a white button down shirt next to the bed with a sticky note attached to it.

Mr. Lee requested that we wash your clothes. Wear this if you wake before we return.

Jungkook frowns, who the hell was Mr. Lee?

Jungkook groans, mentally cursing himself for getting so upset wasted last night.

He pushes the covers off of his bare legs before getting out of the bed.

He grabs the shirt and shrugs it on. It's long enough to cover his bottom and stops at about mid thigh luckily.

He finds his phone attached to a charger next to the lamp on the nightstand.

He grabs it before exiting the room cautiously, not sure how the house was set up or who was in it.

When he opens the door he sees the railing of the staircase to his left so he follows it towards the stairs.

As he looks around he notices how expensive everything is, it looks more like an art exhibit than someone's home.

    "Oh, are you awake Sir?" A female voice says making Jungkook startle and look behind him.

    "Oh-Oh, I-..." he trails off, taking in the woman's outfit.

Was she a maid?

    "Mr. Lee had us fix you breakfast. Follow me to the dining area, please." She says before bowing and starting to lead him downstairs.

    "N-No wait." He says stopping her. "My clothes?"

    "They should be finished soon. I didn't expect you to wake so soon." The woman says bowing again.

Jungkook is so confused, and his headache isn't helping one bit.

He follows the woman down the huge staircase, self consciously pulling the shirt he was wearing down as he enters the more populated part of the house.

    "Good morning." Some of the people working greet him with a smile, bowing even though they were his elders.

The woman leads Jungkook to the dining room where a plate of fresh food was waiting for him.

There were three different brands of pain killers there as well.

    "Mr. Lee will return shortly, Sir." She says, bowing and exiting the room silently.

Jungkook groans, running his hand down his face.

He was in some deep shit, where ever he was.

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