Hii Ayla! Wishing you a great week. ❤️ For the prompt game! "get out. you weren’t invited." with Jongin.
brother's best friend!jongin x fem!reader || "get out. you weren't invited." || angst/fluff || warnings: alcohol consumption || rated: mature || wc: 500~
[i need to figure out a new layout for this cos that’s ugly and cluttered now bear with me]
"Get out." Jongin throws the pillow at you as you enter the room, "you weren't invited." You scoff, rolling your eyes, grabbing the pillow and tossing it back at him. Jongin lets out a soft 'oof' when it hits him and curls his lip up at you as you sit down next to your brother and give him a big hug.
"Yes?" He chuckles, pausing the game he's playing with Jongin to return the hug and look at you suspiciously. "What do you want?"
Batting your eyes at him, you give him your best smile, "you know how you said that you'd drive us to the club tonight."
"...Yeah?"
"Do you think you could pick Serena up on the way?"
"Yah! He's not you and your friend's taxi!" Jongin butts in and you hiss at him, glaring and threatening to punch him before smiling at your brother.
Nodding, he agrees, "sure, why not?" You giggle, hugging him and telling him that he's the best while Jongin groans and leans back in the chair, pouting.
The boys come out of the room, looking half-decent since they are being dragged with you and your friends sober and you miss how Jongin looks at you. You're too busy singing and dancing on the way to the car to see the way his eyes look over your attire and take in the way your dress hugs your curves. You're too busy laughing in the backseat to see how he's chewing on the inside of his cheek and glancing over his shoulder.
You are far too busy trying to flirt with the bouncer to see the tension in his jaw.
"Stop," Jongin says after a while, hand over your glass to keep you from drinking. He's spent all night watching you flirt, dance, and kiss random men in your state and as 'annoying' as he says you are - seeing all of that sits wrong with him.
He doesn't like it. He tells himself it's because you're his best friend's little sister but he knows it's something else.
You try to throw his hand off, starting to hiccup as you speak, "y-you stop-stop!" He manages to take the glass away and grab your hand, going to get you some fresh air as you before you make a mess everywhere.
You barely remember him getting you to the car, you don't remember throwing up on his shoes or how Jongin rubbed your back and held your hair and you definitely don't remember confessing. "I like you," those three words leave your lips when your head is resting on his shoulder in the back seat of the car. "Stupid Jongin." You continue to grumble as you try to get closer to him.
"Tell me this tomorrow," Jongin whispers back, grinning because he always suspected it but now it's confirmed and you can't deny it since everyone heard it. "I'd rather hear it from you sober."
Oh, you'll never live this down. Nobody is going to let you live this down.











