Saturday


The next day Jungkook got up and acted hungover.

"Hyungs, I don't feel so good," he said and fell backwards onto the settee.

Jin leaned over and felt his forehead. "You don't have a fever."

Namjoon surprised everyone with a question, "Jungkook, what are your symptoms?"

"Banging headache and want to throw up," said Jungkook with a small smile.

Yoongi sighed, "He brought this on himself, Hyung; he's hungover."

Watching Yoongi walk away, Jungkook made himself look sad. "I'm sorry, Hyungs; I'm just so heartbroken, so I went to the club, had a couple too many, and threw up."

This caused a laugh from his hyungs.

"Now everybody's laughing at me," he said.

Jin shot a glare at the members and said, "No, they were just caught off guard."

"Hey Kook, why don't we go and practice dance?" asked Hoseok, but Jungkook shook his head.

"I'm way too sad to dance."

"Okay, Jungkookie, we'll look after you." said Jin, and he ran a hand over Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook looked at his hyungs, and the look on their faces was making him feel guilty, but he had to carry on.

He looked around, and though he wasn't actually hungover, the look Yoongi shot him made him get up and go to the bathroom, and he threw up.

He didn't know this, but Jin shot Yoongi a glare, and Jungkook could hear his hyungs arguing.

He didn't want them to argue, so he forced himself to start crying.

His hyungs rushed to him when they heard him crying, but inside Jungkook was glad.

Later that evening he phoned his friend and said, "So tomorrow meet me at the dorm; it's the last part."

"Jungkook, will it work?" asked his friend.

Jungkook smiled even though she couldn't see him. "Oh, it will work."

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