Finally updated...too many exams. I sincerely apologize for making anyone wait this long.

Jungkook

Where was he? Why was his neck aching? Why did he feel like hell had rained down over the entire length of his body? Why did his head feel like it was about to burst? And why did he feel like absolute crap? Alcohol...a dark room...tonnes, or what seemed like tonnes, of cheap beer caskets bought from the local convenience store just from around the corner...an ashtray compartmentalising of a single, ridiculously tall and yet tiny grey mountain of cigarette residue...the business card of an escort service...empty intercourse...

...empty pooling in his chest.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, as he leaned back in his office chair and fought back the eternal throbbing at his temples. It was definitely a mistake coming to work. No. It was more of a mistake to put his body through the struggles of the previous night; the bitter, acrid remains of the alcohol combined with the dry, pungent yet flavourless aftermath of the cigarette smoke which settled on Jungkook's tongue was driving him almost insane. No matter how long he had spent brushing his teeth and tongue, or how many times he had swished around a cheekful of mouthwash, Jungkook could still feel the remnants of his bad decisions latching into his memory. Now everything he ate or drank that morning just tasted foul.
Hunching over his desk, Jungkook wrapped his arms around his head in an attempt to minimise the brutal effects of his hangover. He just wanted to sleep. Disappear. Only momentarily forget about everything he was, and had done in the past.

Why...why did he do the most stupid of things? Was he really as messed up as Jiwoo implied?

"...fuck that woman." She was the source of the problem. It was her who had introduced him to Jimin in the first place. And of all scenarios to play out, the one where Jimin conveniently ended up working beneath Jungkook just miraculously came to light? What was this, some kind of sick joke? Tempting a straight man...or whatever Jungkook could be...with someone so out of his league could possibly be the cruelest prank to play by the gods. Or maybe...bestowing upon Jungkook the personality trait of being 'stubborn' topped every other insult Jungkook could throw at any other person.
Of course it was his fault. This time, he had to accept defeat.

Buzz.

Groaning, he leant up to grab his phone before squinting at the bright screen as he scanned over the notification. Tae? :

'so r u gonna answer me now or what?'

Jungkook frowned, before replying. 'What do you mean?'

Buzz. 'u left a string of worrying messages last night. u ok?'

'Not sure I even want to check.'

'please do. think it'll maybe give u an idea of what to think.'

Tentatively, Jungkook ran his thumb down his phone screen whilst he glanced over the previous conversation he had had with his friend.

"For fuck's sake." He had drunk texted? Jungkook couldn't even remember the last time he had done something so absurd, and immature. Is this what Taehyung meant? His previous conversation might've shed some light onto how he really was feeling...or at least cut through the depths of his emotions which the project manager still refused to fully acknowledge.

Jimin...he really had affected him this much?

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Incoming call 'Tae'.

As he blinked heavily, the unquivocal supression of Jungkook's rational mind overhung his next actions, because without processing anything he immediately swiped the call button to the left and leant his phone against his ear. He didn't take into consideration his current state, and how he always endeavoured to achieve a pristine image which he portrayed to the people around him. Even his closest friends. "...yeah."

"Kook? You sound like a dying...you sound like you're dying," his friend corrected himself.

"Thanks."

"...so. Are we gonna talk about...?"

Jungkook sighed. "What's there to talk about?"

"Everything? Kook, if what you said to me really insinuates what I'm thinking then it's okay to make a big deal out of it."

"Tae, I appreciate it, but I'm fine." However, after those words left his lips Jungkook felt what seemed like a supernatural force weighing down over his head and heart, and he swallowed before holding his face in his free hand before releasing a heavy breath.

"Righhht. Don't fucking lie to me kook, I'm your best friend."

"I-I know. Sorry."

"Well?"

"It's just...I'm...confused," the younger croaked, ruffling his hair. Talk-to-talks were not his thing. His relationship with Taehyung was like any grown man's between his self and his closest friend: platonic, but anything and far from heartfelt.

"Confused about what? What you're feeling? Or with what to do?"

"Tae-"

"Feelings are feelings, Jungkook, you can't make them change. Just do what you want. Nothing's stopped you before."

"...yeah, but-"

"Listen I'm on my way to the cafeteria, Jimin should be there too. He usually eats brunch right?"

"Whatever you're thinking, don't."

"You need anything? Coffee, water, food-"

"No, no. Just...tell Jimin to check his emails. I sent him home early yesterday so he still has some work to do."

"Just text him?"

"Tae, please. I don't want him to see me like this."

He heard Taehyung sigh down the phone. "You realize that if anyone saw you like this you'd probably get suspended."

"Which is why I'm not leaving my fucking office. Not until this hangover blows over. Just do what I asked you to do. Please."

"Fine, fine. You know he won't NOT question me, right?"

Without replying, Jungkook ended the call, and carelessly dropped his head onto his desk. Sleep. Just sleep it all away Kook.

Sleep it all away.

***
"...wake up!"

Huh. Jungkook could swore he heard someone calling out to him. Besides the pounding in his heart and a faint, distant calling he couldn't detect anything else. Groaning, his brows furrowed, he heaved out a sigh when he felt his body involuntarily shaking, something rashly yet softly pulling his shoulders backwards and forwards.

"...it's me, Jimin! Can you stand? Should I get you some water-?!"

What? "Jimin...?"

"What the hell happened to you...?!" All of a sudden the muffled voice became clear, and Jungkook winced at the sudden onset of loud noises, and loud voices...or voice, singular? An incoherent, yet silky voice. "What the hell happened to you?!" Jimin blundered, panicked.

Jungkook managed to open one eye, catching the patterned shirt and tight, sexy pants that his coworker displayed. Jimin couldn't be here. Not when the younger was an absolute wreck, and when the older was the cause of this wreck. There was no way he would allow the older to witness such a version of himself. Control was an aspect of life which Jungkook fully took advantage of; he never wanted anything but to be the way he wanted it to exist as, and so, he had nearingly mastered the degree of self control. He hadn't laid a hand on this precious, gorgeous man, and he had no intentions of doing so unless the other consented.

However...Jungkook was fully aware that his self restraint was completely dampened after that much alcohol, as well as his cool, composed demeanour. If Jimin remained in the same room as the younger, he didn't know what he'd do.

"Mr Park..."

"Y-yes?!"

"...go away," Jungkook managed.

"What?"

Digging his hands into his mop of hair, Jungkook forcedly pushed the words past his lips. "Get out." How strange. After last night, with Jimin here, Jungkook was sure he'd feel the bitterness which he had succumbed to before and yet he felt nothing but...concern, for the older. Why should he? Jimin had unconsciously rejected him, led Jungkook down a path of betrayal, and the little project designer didn't even know it.

The sound of nervous laughter emitted from Jimin. "Don't be stupid Jungkook, you're clearly in a bad state. I'm not leaving you like this!"

Of course. What had Jungkook expected? "I don't need your sympathy."

"I'm not giving you any, even if you begged," Jimin retorted, "but I'm giving you my help. Jungkook, if someone walks in you'd be in huge trouble."

"...what about you?"

"Y-you can trust me," the older replied all too quickly. "Get up. I'll drive you home." A pair of unsure hands found themselves beneath Jungkook's arms, and the aroma of something sweet swept over the younger as Jimin moved closer to heave his boss from his desk. "Is that...did you drink?"

"Yeah..."

"Why did you do that?! You knew we had another meeting today!" Jimin's face was so close to his own. Even with his bangs over his eyes, Jungkook remained as aware of the older's presence as ever; his petite frame, honeyed voice which came down to a hushed whisper after the door to his office opened, his scent...which was massively affecting Jungkook it seemed in every way.

God help if Jimin glanced down... "I already cancelled our meeting...don't worry."

"Did you park around the front or back?"

"...back."

"Seriously Jungkook...did something happen? You were in a bad mood since our meeting with Lisa..."

"...I was rejected."

"O-oh." Jimin suddenly quietened, as they stepped off of the elevator and headed towards the back exit of the building. "By...Lisa?" Before Jungkook could answer, from their right the sounds of discussion and footsteps against the carpeted floor instigated a wave of panic over the younger, and without thinking he pulled Jimin around the nearest corner and pressed his body up against the older's without words. "J-Jungkook-!"

"Shhh..."

"B-but...!"

Reaching up, the younger clamped his hand over Jimin's mouth before anymore protest left it, and both remained as quiet and still as possible as the small group of business men passed them and headed towards the elevator. With his head pushed against the crook of Jimin's neck, the overwhelming smell of Jimin's pheromones flooded Jungkook's naval cavity, and he shamelessly inhaled even more of it. Even the sensation of those luscious lips rubbing and brushing beneath his hand was driving him crazy. Jungkook could hear Jimin's unever breathing, and he could feel it against his palm. What would happen if he looked up? What would he see?

"Just do what you want."

Fucking Tae.

"Nothing's stopped you before."

The elevator doors opened, and simultaneously as the business men piled into the lift Jungkook raised his head to stare down at the man in front of him, and the moment he did so the younger fleetingly forgot completely about his aching hangover. Eyelids heavy, face flushed, mouth open and agape, a facade of fervour, his head tilted upward in a way which gave the younger easy access to his pale, seamless skin...just what was Jungkook looking at? "Jimin..."

"T-they're gone now, we should get going before someone else walks by!" Jimin stuttered, planting his hands against Jungkook's chest and lightly pushing him away. "Come on...!"

Squeezing his lips together, Jungkook clenched his fist which leant against the wall, and hung his head once again. "Yeah."

don't hate the really inaccurate time frames in those texts, it was 2 in the morning n i was dying