It's Only Monday, Mr. Mom (BTS Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Many male voices chanted, the college campus football team throwing a big party for their victory to go into the finals that night.

Everybody was drinking, whether it's beer, Whiteclaws, vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila.. you name it. Might have some nicotine and weed being passed around there somewhere as well. All that can be told, is that they're truly living their lives, not a care in the world aside from the finals game that will be taking place in a couple weeks from that Friday night.

As soon as Jungkook had chugged the rest of the contents that was inside of the middle cup after finishing that round of rage cage, him ultimately losing, all the boys surrounding the table started howling and laughing.  Jungkook coughed and shook his head at the mixture of random drinks that he just chugged, tasting the very distinct taste of what just happened to be peanut-butter whiskey, his least favorite drink to exist on the alcohol spectrum.  He found a bottle of Gatorade and took a gulp to chase the nasty taste down. 

"Round five? Loser has to buy breakfast in the morning?" Taehyung looked around, shouting his question over the hype music that was playing from the living area.

"More like lunch, nobody is going to get up that early!" Namjoon swung his arm around Taehyung's shoulder, but everybody agreed to the last round anyways.

"I am not losing this time! I am going to be SO serious this time." Jungkook said with determination, smirking at the six other boys that are standing around the table, "Let's put some harder alcohol in there. No more beer."

They filled every cup with the peanut-butter whiskey; which was hell in a bottle.  The cup in the middle being filled up with jolly-rancher vodka, tequila, fireball, and, of course, some more of the shitty whiskey.

"Whoever loses might end up dying, I don't know if we'll be able to survive this one."  Jimin laughed, losing his balance as he was quite inebriated, as well as everybody else joining in on the laughter after that remark.

"RAGE CAGE!!" Everybody screamed, as Seokjin and Hoseok started off the round, slapping the table downing the contents of the cups in front of them.  There was lots of shouting, laughing, and drinking, such a surprise, as the intense round began.  By the time the end of the round was nearing, everybody was drunk off their ass.  Trying desperately to bounce the ball into the cup before the person next to them. 

Once loud shouting was heard, it was clear the loser was decided, as Yoongi made the ball into his respective cup, causing Hoseok to ultimately lose and have to chug the full red solo cup in the middle of the table.

They all started laughing at him as his face fell and he just stared holes into the cup they were pushing towards him.  He picked it up, took a deep breath and started chugging it after plugging his nose.  The other six boys started cheering; Jackson, Felix, Hyunjin, and Mark all joining in after hearing the ruckus from the living room. 

The cheers were short lived, as Hoseok ran to the kitchen garbage and started emptying every single drink he had drank in the last few hours.  All the boys just stared at him, as Jimin went to rub his back, cackling quietly while flashing a cheeky smile at the other boys.  He says after a moment, "I think that's enough for tonight, Hobi let's go to the bathroom."

Jimin ran his fingers through Hoseok's hair, making sure he wasn't going to throw up on the floor, before leading him into the bathroom that was down the hallway.  The other nine boys just started cleaning up the mess they made, slowly.  Jungkook then spoke up, "I think I'm gonna go back to my place.  I walked here so don't worry about anything bad happening.  See you guys at practice tomorrow."

They all bid their farewells, Jungkook gathering his coat, keys, wallet, and phone before taking his leave.  He walked slowly back to his apartment, going on snapchat, sending pictures to the group chat after ignoring all the girls that tried to get his attention.

He looked around his peaceful neighborhood, suddenly feeling content with his surroundings. Seeing the well-kept lawns, and porch lights helping illuminate the empty streets along with the dim streetlights. He continued on his walking path, noticing everything, yet nothing at once about his whereabouts in his drunken state. Looking at a few birds or bats that happened to fly past as his apartment building came into view. He fumbled with his keys as he was nearing the entrance to his residence, unlocking the door and walking in, taking in the calming scent that he is very familiar with.

Soon after he arrived home, he made sure to brush his teeth and wash his face, stripping off his shirt and jeans, leaving himself in his boxers. Looking in the mirror, he flexed his arms, covered in tattoos, smirking at his own reflection.

"Man, I shouldn't have been allowed to look this good." He mumbled confidently to himself, turning and checking out every angle on his body.

By the time he laid in bed, with a large glass of water, he had sobered up a bit, though he was very drowsy. While thinking back on the days events, that were tiring yet fulfilling, the flawless game his team had won, breaking school records with points scored and yards ran, the satisfaction of the buzzer going off while they had a flawless win of sixty-nine to nothing, and the fun after party that would undoubtedly leave him suffering the next morning, as well as the rest of his team and his best friends, hopefully for life. He smiled contently to himself, thinking about how lucky he is to be where he is at now.

With those thoughts and a warm feeling in his chest, he closed his eyes and quickly drifted off into sleep.

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Jungkook startled awake, sitting up and looking around frantically as he heard continuous and obnoxious knocking on his door and rapid ringing of his doorbell. His heartbeat started beating at his chest, his anxiety shooting up into the sky. He groaned, rubbing his temples as a raging headache made itself known to the hungover, not entirely sober man.

Soon the knocking stopped and he couldn't hear the doorbell, thinking he was hallucinating the ruckus. He soon laid back down after taking a couple pills of ibuprofen and drinking a glass of water. He sighed and buried his face in his pillow again, dozing off lightly once his heart rate had reduced once more.

Hardly ten minutes later the knocking and doorbell started again, making Jungkook yell out in frustration. Throwing the blanket off of him and holding his head in his hands, he slowly stood up, stumbling a bit on his feet while trying to regain focus. but ended up falling back onto the bed as the room spun. The knocking and doorbell ringing continued further, pissing Jungkook off further and causing him to throw a water bottle across the room, his frustration building.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Holy shit..." He rubbed his eyes, and quickly stood up, slipping on some basketball shorts.

"If this is you again, Maz, you bitch, I swear I'm blocking you and getting a restraining order!" He yelled angrily, "There's a reason they're called 'one night stands'..."

He started walking quickly to the door, stomping heavily as his muscled physique caused weight to not be the lightest in the world, hardly realizing that the knocking and the doorbell had stopped a couple minutes before he had gotten close to the door. He flung the door open, fuming, face red while he held a glare on his face. It softened as he saw his elderly neighbor standing with two young babies in her frail arms.

"Honey, how can you leave these two young ones just sitting outside your apartment like this?" Ahnjong asked quietly, with a hint of confusion in her voice.

"I- Wait.. Why are there babies out here... When..?" Jungkook stuttered, while rubbing the back of his neck, flustered at what his grandmother-like-neighbor had said to him.

"I heard some knocking and then some hurried footsteps, I was making sure nothing happened but I saw these two cuties out here; outside of your apartment. They aren't yours are they?"

Jungkook shook his head, examining the sleeping babies. He noticed a note in one of the blankets. He reached out and unfolded the paper that was placed meticulously in the blanket. He read it out loud.

"'They're yours, take responsibility'... Is this some kind of sick joke?!" Jungkook yelled, startling the two children awake, causing them to cry. His eyes widened at the realization and panicked, while Ahnjong quickly tried to quiet them down.

Jungkook had a shocked expression on his face, eyes open wide as he stared at the two babies that were slowly calming down with Ahnjong lightly bouncing them up and down.

What in the actual fuck is happening...?