in which jeon jeongguk, the born-singer college student and so-called fuck boy, is getting through a not so annoying rivarly with kim taehyung, the kicked out of his home boy with big dreams and freshly built confidence.
it was all fun and games unt...
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To be honest, Jeongguk hasn't slept that well for months—long, long months—that he would have trouble falling asleep. He was not sure what the exact reason was behind his incredible sleep, but he loved it, mostly enjoyed it. Even though the alcohol was not who knows how strong the night before, he still got drunk with, oh, Taehyung.
Yeah, he actually kind of forgot what happened with him and Taehyung until he woke up in a not very nice way.
As he was about to turn on his other side since the left side he was sleeping on got warm, he heard very loud noises coming from his kitchen, causing him to hurt himself on the side-bed shelf.
He immediately rubbed his head, making his ravenette hair look even messier.
He cursed under his nose, trying to see what was happening in his dorm. So he just stepped on the cold wooden floor barefoot, not even managing to put on a shirt. The sound kept getting louder and louder until he finally reached the living room, being welcomed by the sunrise and, well, Taehyung, who had broken a glass and was looking through his shelves desperately.
"Woah, now that's a way to be thankful for having slept in the penthouse, Kim." He said, adjusting to the light room, but he stopped when he saw how pale and tired he looked, just like a zombie. "What's up?"
Taehyung humorously tried to laugh. "What's up? It's up to the fact that I got drunk because of you, J-jeon. Now I feel like fuck-dying. He said and held on to the sink; otherwise, he would have hit his head on the shelves.
"If you don't remember, it was all your decision to grab the bottle from my hands. Plus, who would know you are a light on?"
"It's not about being a light one, you scumbag!" He groaned, closing his eyes tightly and gulping harshly, as his throat was dry as desert.
"Yeah, as if it were your first time." Jeongguk chuckled, his hands crossed, but they slowly fell down due to realization. "It was your first time, wasn't it, Kim?"
But Taehyung didn't have much time to explain, since he just had to run to the bathroom; otherwise, he would have to clean.
Jeongguk still stood in the kitchen, his eyes landing on the two empty bottles and one half-drank of alcohol on the counter. "Damn, surely it was a lot." He chuckled to himself, but then he heard a loud sound from the door hitting back.
The boy hurriedly ran to the bathroom, as if he would let someone just throw up in his bathroom like that, and opened it, revealing Taehyung in pain and holding to the sides of the toilet.
He heard him coughing a few times, but he just couldn't do it.
"Is that what I win by being some kind of friend to you, huh? Getting d-drunk?" He chuckled after another cough, which was too unsuccessful for him to throw up. "When I think about how many things happened yesterday," He whined, dying so much from inside that he couldn't feel any relief.
