Jungkook was in a righteous mood, to the point where one really would not be able to call him ‘Kookie’ as he was no where near his happy bubbly self. Maybe it was school that was getting to him, it was hard pretending that he was as literate as the rest of his classmates when really he was about as literate as a second grader. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep he got each night because he kept waking up to nightmares and phantom pains that went along with them that ran up his shoulder. It could even be the fact that he didn’t always feel like he belong, he didn’t belong with his creator anymore, he didn’t belong with Yura anymore now that they had found a boyfriend, sure she would always be his Noona, but things were different now, it felt like those close to him were all being taken away. The bunny didn’t share very well. It was probably all of these things mixed together that created such a foul mood.
The taste of soju was bitter and there was a slight burn that traveled down his throat and into his stomach as he swallowed the disgusting clear liquid. It smelt of rubbing alcohol and he wondered who in their right mind decided to start drinking this way back when, but then again who was he to judge as he was drinking it now? Jungkook didn’t know how he got to this point, what made him buy the alcohol, what made him think it was a good idea to drink it alone under a tree, maybe it was because he saw Minjun’s father do this occasionally after a long day at work. Jungkook has had a long month, so why not follow in his creator’s creator’s footsteps?
The more and more the bun drank, the less toxic it started to taste, with more and more it started to taste sweet and it made his body feel all different and new. He wasn’t sure if he liked the feeling, but he didn’t dislike it, after all it was keeping him nice and warm in the crisp cold weather.
“I would climb you right now, but you’re so far away.” He said glancing up at a branch from the tree he was leaning against. It was probably best he didn’t participate in his tree climbing habbits, he already fell down sober, who knows what he would do drunk. Trying to stand he started to sway and almost plopped right back down on his behind, but he managed to keep himself upright. “I don’t know where to go.” He said holding a half empty bottle in one hand while the other empty bottles laid on the ground. “I don’t know what to do.” He says outloud once more, puffing out his cheeks a bit. The sudden need and want for another person started to burn inside the imaginary friend and they started heaing towards the dorms, swaying and tripping every now and again on his quest to find a companion.