Unknown Heroes ◆ JeonJungkook✔

Twenty Three: I Will Be My Own Damn Hero

Jeon Jungkook had never had to resist  the urge kiss someone as hard as in the moment Y/N had swatted his head in his old childhood bedroom.

Which, once again, made him question himself, because that was what he was into? Really?

And, no, it wasn't only the sinfully smudged eyeliner or the cute anime-style skirt (though it did have it's role) but also her unquestioned willingness to make herself behave like an absolute nightmare, just to prove his mother a point.

Because, despite her tough act, Jungkook was well aware of how shy she felt around strangers.

Nontheless, he still felt bad for making her agree to this. As much as he had his fun.

He pulled their entrance door close behind him, taking off his shoes sluggishly, "Sorry again that I made you come today." He said, trying to sound as casual as possible, when in reality he was freakishly scared of having to find out that it really made her upset in some way, "I know I shouldn't drag random people so deep into my problems."

She rolled her eyes, shoving one elbow into his side, "Shut the fuck up, I told you and your mom what I think about this." Then she glared at him half-serious, "And I'm 'random people' now, huh?"

He gave her a lopsided grin, "Sorry."

"M-hm, fuck you." She waved dismissively, teetering into the dark living room, "I need a drink now."

With that, Jungkook could only agree.

It was around one in the morning, normal hours for Y/N to be awake, not-so-normal-hours for poor Jungkook to be awake.

But he'd be damned if he went to sleep now. He'd heard from Hoseok that Y/N was actually a decently frequent drinker (not even a very light one, at that) so seeing her drunk shouldn't have been as surprising.

He'd made the experience that quiet people would end up being very loud drunks, but Y/N was rather getting really cozy instead. Or maybe this was his own tipsy brain romanticizing the situation. At least they weren't drunk enough to do anything stupid, just to feel better about their shitty day.

"D'you see your dad often?" Jungkook mumbled quietly, into the dimly lit living room. They were scooped together on one side of the couch, Jungkook leaning into the small corner between back- and armrest and Y/N having slumped against his body, head resting against his shoulder and side pressed against his arm. Her legs were dragged up against her body, short skirt riding up just a little too high for Jungkook's sluggish mind to prevent him from blatantly staring. Fortunately she didn't notice.

"He works in Japan, but on birthdays and shit I see him."

"How is he?" Under any other conditions would he probably have felt like a little school girl in love, rarely having been as close to her as in the moment, but right now he felt more like an inexperienced teenager who just stumbled across porn for the first time - turned on, but not quite sure what to do with it.

"Mhm." She thought, head slumping a bit lower until it was pressing against his upper arm. He had the urge to pat her hair, for some fucking reason, "He's like... if mom's a thunderstorm, he's nice summer rain. He's the calm to her chaos."

"It sounds like they fit together. Why did they get a divorce?" He gave in and lifted his arms, anxiety spiking even in his tipsy state when his fingers made contact with her soft hair, gently resting on top of it.

"Mom is a person who takes a lot." She sighed, "Dad didn't have anymore to give at some point, I guess."

Jungkook hummed, fingers beginning to work over her scalp gently. He hoped it felt good. He wanted it to feel good for her, "Makes sense." Her head slumped further down. Only a bit more and she'd rest in his lap. God, he really wanted that to happen.