Mom

"Why are you leaving me! What did I do wrong? Tell me, I'll change."

"I'm sorry it's not you, I've fallen in love with someone else."

"Who?"

"It's... Chicken nuggets."

Okay, what the hell did I just write?

I let out a loud groan, my head dropping on my desk with a resounding bang. I've been trying to write for about an hour now, but with the constant swirl of thoughts plaguing my mind, this was the best I could come up with.

What did Taehyung mean by they had their trust broken before? I had asked that exact question but he quickly made up some excuse and left the room, tears still streaming down his beautiful face.

I'm constantly surrounded by people, so why did I feel completely alone.

Being lonely and useless is not a feeling I'm used to. I missed my siblings so much in times like these, I missed their warmth and their sneaky laughter. This house was frozen, it's ice slowly seeping into my warm memories, tormenting it with a new sense of wrong.

I didn't think I could last a year like this, I needed them to warm up to me. 

But to do that they need to at least like me first.

I carefully ripped out a sheet of blank paper, cracking my neck as a rush of determination flooded through me.

Operation: Make BTS like my fugly ass.

1: Give them diabetes from my sweetness

 2: Be a cute fuck

3: Learn more about them, from their likes and dislikes

4: STOP BEING SO FREAKING CRINGEY YOU WEIRD HOE

5: Take care of everyone, even when Shithead Suga is being a whore

5: Treat them with respect, remember they are people too no matter how hot they are

6: Don't be flirty, I need a friend, not a boyfriend

7: Mind my own beeswax, they'll tell me if they'd like to 

8: Be yourself, they should like you for you because you are a bad bitch

There was a sudden knock at the door, making me flinch and land on the floor with a thud.  Lifting my head from the floor I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, it was way past midnight and I normally don't get any visitors. 

I crawled to the door, only standing up when I was right next to it. Drawing my cardigan closer around me I hesitantly opened the door.

"You," I was greeted with a long finger so close to my face it almost brushed my nose, "you suck." 

I raised an eyebrow at Jungkooks slightly swaying form and sloppy appearance, trying not to smile at his cutely ruffled hair.

"I'm sorry, that's a proposition I'm going to have to refuse," I teased with a mischevious smile curling my lips upward as I moved his finger away from my face.

"This is what I mean," he slurred, staggering into the light of my room. 

Yup, he was definitely drunk.

Well, shit.

"I mean, I know I'm not that handsome, but I'm above average, right? I've had like 15 bras thrown at me before! But you're always teasing me!" I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips at his prideful words.  

"See now your laughing at me!" He groaned dropping his head into hands, but the determined fire in his eyes when he lifted his head once again made my skin itch.

"I'll show you," Jungkook said in a low, velvety voice, sending a rush of tingles down my spine.

"N-no, you really don't have to..." I started, but it was too late.

Jungkook ran a hand through his messy hair, before looping his thumbs in the waistband of his pants his toned body rippling in a sexy dance move.

I let out a small squeak, forgetting all my prior biology lessons as I was positive that I had just gotten pregnant. 

I quickly grabbed his arms trying to get him to stop, I was too young to be a biological mother.

"Okay, I get, you're a sexy beast, let's stop all of... this now, okay," I frantically, looking everywhere but at him.

"I hate you," he slurred, my heart dropping to my stomach at his harsh words.

"Why did you have to so likable!"

Um, what?

"No one asked you to be so nice and funny! I had the perfect chance to get rid of you, but I didn't take it. Why?" His voice was rough and aghast as he spoke, falling face first onto my bed.

"Thanks, I guess?"

"No, you suck!" 

"We've already gone over this, Boss."

"Why did I have to choose you, of all the applications, why you?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully, plopping down next to his drunk form, "but I'm really glad you did."

"I have a question," he stated, peering up from behind heavy-lidded eyes.

"Go ahead."

"Yoongi hyung was so mean to you, why did you stay?" I gave him a faint smile, patting his head lightly.

"Mostly because I really need the money, but I always had a thing with finishing what I started, and I guess I wanted to stay until I saw you get better."

I felt airborne for a split second, air tearing between my strands of hair as Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me over him so I was laying between him and the wall.

Muscle pig.

He tugged me closer to him, cuddling his face into the crook of my neck as he spoke in a slow voice. My heart swelled at his action, thumping erratically at his sudden closeness.

He's just drunk, Aemin, don't read too much into it.

"I miss my mom," he whispered, his breath tickling my throat.

"You kind of act she used to, minus all the flirty remarks, that would be weird."

"What is she like?" I let myself melt against him, propping my chin atop his head.

"She's the kindest woman I had ever met, but she cared too much about the people around her, so much there was barely any love left for herself," I could feel his lips turn up in a melancholic smile against my collarbone.

"I didn't see her in so long... you know she was the one who made me follow my dream."

"Really?"

"Yup!" Jungkook tugged me closer to him twining our legs together as he did so.

"My hyungs are the one who made me keep going, though," Jungkook said, so brightly it drew a smile to my own face.

"They raised me, I'm who I am today because of them."

"Jungkook, what would you be doing if you weren't an idol right now?"

"I really don't know. This is all I've wanted for all of my life, I guess I'd want to go to an amusement park with someone I love, not worrying about anything I say or do. What would you do?" 

"I'd be in Seoul University, studying script writing," I responded, a sense of melancholy engulfing me of me at the thought of 'what if.'

 Jungkook shot up, taking me along with him, my legs still wrapped around his.

"I'm hungry!" He yelled, making me quickly shush him.

"Can we have ramen?" He asked, jutting his bottom lip out and widening his eyes.

Stupid puppy dog eyes.

***

"Jungkook if you grab my butt one more time, I swear I won't be afraid to pay you back in the same regard!"

I waved his hands away from my ass, regretting all my life choices as the man-boy giggled behind me.

"But it feels nice," he muttered, going in for another grab.

"What is it with you and groping me!" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper, shooting him a glare.

"Ugh, just go sit at the table," I groaned, completely done with his shit by now.

"Aemin, I wann-"

"Now."

He stumbled dejectedly in the direction of the table as I dug through the cabinet for a packet of spicy ramen.

Bingo.

I allowed my self a celebratory 'yes' before turning around to grab a pot of water.

"Aemin is it ready yet?" he whined making a muscle tick in my jaw.

I pretended I didn't hear him, slowly pouring water in a pot as to not wake anyone up.

Arms twined around me as I was tugged backward into a hard chest, warmth seeping through my thin clothes.

"Don't ignore me," he whispered soft lip brushing against the shell of my ear, eliciting a fit of strangled coughing from my lips.

Drunk Jungkook is dangerous.

I waddled over to the stove, a grown-ass man still hanging off me like a backpack.

Dora the Exploror who?

"You smell nice..." he murmured, burying his face in my hair.

"Thanks, you smell like alcohol," I replied, trying to push him off of me, which only lead him to hold me tighter.

"I wanna sing!" He screeched next to my ear, making me wince and recoil slightly.

"No, Jungko-" He paid me no mind and began belting out lyrics, sounding stupidly good even though he was half screaming.

I resisted the urge to let him keep screaming, I liked the way his face lit up with happiness, how his shoulders relaxed and the ever-present smile gracing his face.

It was the happiest I've seen him yet.

"Later, okay Boss. Everyone's asleep." I really didn't want to stop him, and he didn't really seem to want to stop, but simply pouted and complied anyway.

"I'm hungry."

"I know." I smiled before turning around to stir the noodles.

"I used to make little lunch boxes for my siblings before," I said, not really knowing why.

"What did you put in them?"

"It depended on the day, to be honest. Once my sister and I got in a fight, so I made her a sandwich in the shape of a penis because she told me to eat a dick." He giggled cutely, the sound making me feel warm and soft.

"Hey?"

"Hmm," I hummed.

"Will you be my mom?"

Kinky.

"You already have a mom, Jungkook..." I chuckled awkwardly, shuffling slightly at his weird-ass question.

"No, I mean like, can you take care of me the way you'd take care of your siblings? I miss my mom and you miss your siblings, so it works," he slurred, cuddling closer to me.

I shrugged, he did have a point.

"Seem's we have a deal," I stated softly, pulling the noodles off the stove.

"Is it done?!" He exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet from anticipation.   

I laughed at his cute reaction, before completely dropping my smile when I felt it.

"Oh my God! Stop groping me, hoe!"

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A/N

I thought we needed some fluff after the last chapter you know

(and the next one) I MEAN WHHAAA

lmao im sucha troll

ANYWAY, DRUNK JUNGKOOK IS SUCH A CUTIE WTF

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER EVEN THOUGH IT LOWKEY KINDA SUCKED

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING YOU GUYS ARE THE CRACK TO MY WHORE  I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH