hey bae. i’ve got a request omg. (i hope i’m not overwhelming u.)
oc taking care of drunk jk. that’s it. that’s the tweet. (except it’s not a tweet)
(i feel like he’s so funny when he’s drunk lol 😭) - @thanksunexts
my cherub ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭ ♡ (you will never overwhelm me, i love your request ideas hehehe) this was a short little moment with drunk jk HAHA i tried to resonate with that one vlive where he drank wine... iykyk? (≧▽≦) i don't think i can come off as funny in my writing... but i am lame when i'm drunk! so i channeled!!! all of that into jk here!!!!! hehehe i hope you enjoy and thank you for your request as always ;u;
stop (everything), drop (responsibilities), and roll (or take a shot, who cares)!
there were many things you were good at handling and solving your way through, quick on your feet and easily adaptable to challenges.
as a volunteer at the daycare associated with your old high school, children bouncing off the walls with pent up energy one second and scream-crying the next were your forte. it was an exhausting job but building those bonds with the kids three times a week was one of the most rewarding experiences. it made all the running and playing you had to do worth it when you get the warmest of hugs goodbye or getting handfuls of adorably written cards on any given holiday.
balancing that with your actual part-time job as a front desk receptionist for your university campus and being a full-time student, you've had your fair share of difficult conversations and tricky situations to navigate across. from helicopter parents calling about (illegally) changing their child's final marks to unnecessarily annoying group projects with unresponsive partners until the last second, you really could sigh the heaviest sigh on earth by the end of every week.
so when your final shift that particular week ended rather late and you made it back home in one fragile piece, the very last thing you were expecting as you swung the front door open was seeing your housemates slamming back shots in quick succession. completely dazed and whiplashed from the change of scenery, you happened to slide out your phone from your pocket to check the time.
7:49PM. well then.
"look who is hooome!" ryujin singsonged, causing the rest of the house to cheer. you chuckled and rolled your eyes, looking down to slide off your shoes properly amongst the messy cluster on the ground. it took you a second to realize there were more people inside other than your original three other housemates, scattered within the living room and voices echoing from the kitchen. before you could even unzip your jacket, ryujin's body barreled into you with a hug.
"come drink with us! i know you don't have work tomorrow, babe~"
"am i the only one that knows assignments exist?" you half-grumble, wiggling off your friend so you could put your outerwear away and set your bag down. when ryujin whined and latched back onto your side, you accepted the fact she'd be attached to you by the hip for the rest of the night until you said yes.
some things never change, especially peer pressure.
as you attempted to waddle down the hall having grown two extra legs and gained double your body weight, you were glad to note that a majority of the faces were mutual friends. you smiled and waved at most when they looked up to say hi.
taehyung, another housemate that lived on the second floor that went head-to-head with ryujin earlier with the shot taking, galloped up to you and grinned wide. you were impressed that he seemed unfazed despite counting seven cups earlier. "there you are! how was work? and are you gonna join us?"
"she said she has assignments," ryujin mumbled nearly incoherently against your shoulder from behind, her face smushed into your soft sweater. clearly seven was too big of a number for some people.
"i only mentioned that i know assignments exist, not that i'll do them." you griped playfully. before you could cut in an additional comment that that didn't mean you were going to get plastered, ryujin already interpreted that as a green light and went flying to the kitchen to prepare you a drink with newfound energy.
you looked over at taehyung with a knowing and forlorn expression, to which he stifled a laugh behind his fist. "to answer your other question: work was alright. but i was held back because of a mother that wanted to know the in's and out's of the enrolment process."
"let me guess," your housemate feigned a thoughtful expression. "her child isn't even near college-applying age."
"they're twelve." you deadpanned, much to taehyung's whistle.
an arm slinked around your waist quite suddenly then, and your heart jumped in your throat when you already knew who it was before you could even look. "tough week means letting loose by the end of it, no? come on, let's get you that drink before jinnie has it for herself."
his telltale lavender scented body wash was masked with the subtle twinge of apple soju and sprite, but it was still undeniably jungkook. he was the housemate that lived on the second floor with taehyung and was also the pure definition of a menace to society.
or maybe that was you being dramatic considering-- well. everything.
when you flashed a panicked expression to taehyung's apologetic one, next thing you knew you were being hauled to the kitchen. you yelped when you nearly stumbled once, but jungkook's hold around you was gently stable. he let go as soon as he had you close enough to get used to his warmth and that was when you could finally land your eyes on him.
he was in his normal all-black ensemble, only this time around swapping out sweatpants for fitted jeans. his t-shirt was soft, much to your sad attentiveness when you were pressed against him; the dark colours making his skin look more pale than intended. his hair was fluffed up in that way when his fingers glided through them enough times. when he stepped forward to interrogate ryujin about your drink, you saw his head shake with laughter when he proved his own theory right from earlier; his earrings and lip ring catching the light from where you were standing.
that was when you noticed the soft flush to his cheeks as he started making a concoction of his own for you. you winced as the soju just kept on going in the red cup with your name on it but you gave him credit where it was due when he splashed some sprite in sloppily. he interjected a comment in a conversation happening with some of the guys by the kitchen table, before turning toward you. you wanted to believe his gaze softened at the sight of you because it was you, but you ultimately knew it was because he was tipsy; borderline drunk.
"you gotta catch up, buttercup." he said gently, a satisfied smile on his face when you snort-laughed at the line. "but no seriously, have fun with us. you're always working and you're barely home these days. we miss you. stay a while, won't you?"
the first swallow was hard, acidity of the alcohol burning as it cascaded down your throat. you were sober and coherent in that exact moment but your mind still tunnel-visioned on the words we miss you. you missed everyone too, really, that you couldn't lie about. it wasn't your intention to have your schedule completely stacked like that: out the door before any of them were awake, and usually coming back too late and exhausted to interact at night.
but even though your bones were exhausted, you always had enough energy reserved just for him. "alright, i'll stay. but what is wrong with you, give me more of that sprite! ack--!" jungkook's bellowing laugh burst out then at your disgusted face, a fluster of well-meaning apologies resonating to your ears as he joined you in balancing out your drink with making a matching one for himself.
the rest of the night went swimmingly. it wasn't a rager or a house party to its full extent but everyone knew to have fun. you cut yourself off at a good level of drunkenness, especially after finding ryujin passed out on the living room couch when the others were screaming at the tv and falling off mario kart racetracks. you stumbled after putting your basement mate to bed in her own room, and nearly tripped over the top step if it wasn't for the expectant body of comfortable black cotton catching you.
thumping against the adjacent wall behind him, jungkook's arms wrapped around you to ensure you wouldn't topple over his sides. slurring mumbled words slightly, bleary eyes gazed down at you when you asked him if he was okay. "yeah, i'm good. uh... why... why are there two of you?"
"oh god," you laughed, shaking your head to rid of your own swaying vision that caught him in a dreamy filter. clearing your throat, you stepped back enough and patted his chest with both hands. "come on, if you're seeing double you should probably head to bed."
"but i'm not sleepy!" as if on cue, his eyes started drooping, much to your tipsy amusement. you giggled and really motioned for him to go this time, following behind him as he basically crawled up the stairs on all fours since the balance required for walking was fairly difficult. with echoing sounds of the crowd in the living room singing along to karaoke, you successfully managed to steer jungkook to his bedroom.
when he muffled a tired groan into his pillow, you slinked inside his room and pushed his legs properly inward so they weren't dangling haphazardly. gingerly wrapping his blankets around his form, he was so still that you were convinced he fell asleep instantly. it startled you when you turned around to leave and he managed to clearly say, "don't go."
"you should sleep, buddy," you chuckled, rubbing at your eyes and stifling a yawn yourself. "i can get you some water."
"don't need water," jungkook mumbled as he finally moved to shift onto his back. "food's coming soon any second now."
"food?" you blinked in confusion before your jaw dropped in sudden awareness. "wuh-- did you order? what did you order?"
his arm raised and did a wild circular motion before flopping back onto his side. his eyes were shut but his eyebrows still tried to express a vague face of yeah, i did that. "a pizza with pepperoni and extra cheese. or maybe two."
"well, okay, that's not bad--"
"but then i remembered they sold wings too... and poutine... may have added bread sticks since the pictures looked good."
"... you're unbelievable." you breathed, exasperated. like clockwork, there was a doorbell ring and not even five seconds later there were cheers again from downstairs. someone even wailed a prayer because they were already starving and an angel must have heard them. another snort sounded from you when jungkook raised a thumbs up at that from bed, as if in response. "better not be surprised at your credit card statement later this month."
"my stomach speaks louder when i'm drunk. am not even that hungry either..." a noncommittal hum came from him before he opened his eyes slowly and tilted his head on his pillow to look at you.
"wanna lay down too?"
red alarm bells flashed across your heart but the hiccup that escaped your mouth indicated your mind was still quite far from listening. you still had half a brain cell not to fully commit though, so instead of plopping yourself on his mattress, you set yourself to sit on the floor and your arms came up to cradle your head. jungkook almost frowned in disapproval but he wasn't one to propose alternatives when his body felt like jello and his head was fuzzy.
you surprised even your own self when you held his gaze steadily. he blinked a couple times, as if really trying to determine if you were right there. then, unprompted, he blurted: "... really pretty, y'know."
spoke too soon. your heart stuttered in your chest. "hm?"
"you're really pretty." he repeated again, voice suddenly clear once more. another blink. "like, opposite of ugly. the word hideous hates you. mirrors must be lucky to have you looking their way--"
"jungkook, oh my god." you wheezed, raising your arms to cover your face. "please stop. if this is how you hit on other girls, we're gonna need to talk in the morning."
"huh... how come, when you're right here?" does he even realize he was speaking like this-- "why do people 'hit' on others anyway? so violent... can't we use 'boop' instead or something?"
nevermind.
you found yourself sobering up within the next half hour or so, fancying his drunken thoughts that were endearingly chaotic. he gradually faded off to sleep with words mumbling to a nonsensical bunch, his body having curled closer to you as he talked since he liked that you stayed long enough to listen.
you sighed as you got up, gently readjusting his position so that he was more comfortable. grabbing the corner of his blanket and properly tucking him in, your heart swelled when he made sleepy sounds and cozied up better underneath his sheets. for someone that was unmistakably a campus heartthrob, he sure was a softie.
swiping a brand new water bottle from his stash by his desk and cracking it open a smidge, you left it by his bedside table. your eyes swept across his peaceful expression once more and you muttered a quiet goodnight into the air that matched his gentle snores.
( it was your day off the next day. your schedule forced you to wake up naturally at 7:30am no matter how late or early you slept previously, so with other than slight drowsiness you felt alright. you checked on ryujin first, glancing in when you knocked quietly, and nodded to yourself when you ensured she slept through the night.
you took the stairs two steps at a time and braced yourself for the residual mess left behind. but when you shuffled into the living room, everything was neatly and in order. that was when you heard rustling in the kitchen and you went to see who was up at an otherwise banned time on a saturday.
jungkook turned his head around, a large garbage bag in hand as the other one held a stack of red cups. his sheepish smile surfaced when you greeted him good morning and offered to help, ignoring the crescendo your heartbeat punched out this early in the day. "it's okay, i got it. there wasn't too much trash. people actually didn't miss our garbage can this time."
you chuckled in agreement but still decided to at least wipe down the counters as he finished up and took everything necessary outside. just as you were done and went about preparing your tea, you felt his lingering presence by the kitchen doorway when he came back inside. glancing up, you quirked a brow.
"you feeling okay after last night?"
"yeah," he answered quickly, blinking constantly in a habit of configuring what to say next. "you?"
"i'm good."
two beats of silence later and jungkook cleared his throat. "so i don't know if i dreamt this or i actually did this but did i... say anything weird last night to you?"
"define weird." you averted your gaze to not give yourself away, busying your hands with filling up the kettle from the sink. faintly, jungkook shifted his weight in place and made a starting sound to a response, before pressing his lips together.
"actually, forget i said anything. totally dreamt it."
you bit back a laugh as he turned on his feet and walked towards the stairs. just as you put the kettle down and clicked the button for it to start heating up, you couldn't help it as you turned your head to say over your shoulder: "would the word 'boop' happen to ring any bells?"
there was an audible pause in his steps on the staircase before he practically yelped a curse out loud. "goddammit." )
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