Fuckboy Best friend || JJK

03

You're looking around all over the place but you can't spot the one person you're finding. You feel like smashing his head for leaving you alone but then you also don't want to smash his head because you got to know this big cute handsome baby beside you.

"It's late. You wanna go back home?" He asks raising a brow at you. You nod your head making a pout on your face. "I want to but where's Jungkook?" Taehyung looks around but sees him nowhere and he instantly knows where he is. He dials his number but his phone is switched off.

"He must be in some rooms." You roll your eyes heaving out a sigh. "Good then. I don't need to handle a drunk kookie" He laughs at it. "Come, I'll drop you." He keeps his glass down and stands up. You look up at him blinking your eyes. "Is it fine? Will you be okay with that?" He instantly nods his head.

"More than okay." You smile at him and walk out with him.

"Wait here. I'll bring the car." You nod and wait at your place while he walks away to the parking lot.

Suddenly two arms wrap around your waist and a head is  next to your face on the crook of your neck. You would have instantly pushed away that figure but you got a glimpse of Jungkook's face so you didn't. You were about to speak something but then your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a soft wet kiss on your neck. 

"Y/n, My sweetheart..." Your heart stops and you're doubting its presence in your chest. He tightens his grip around your waist. He is reeking of alcohol and you're aware he is too drunk to be in his senses right now but the problem is you are not drunk. And you aren't capable of bearing this while being sober. 

You place your hands on his arms and try to slip away from his grip. You turn around and instantly you are falling back because this man decided to throw his entire weight over you. "Jungkook..." You call out his name and he hums. The vibration from his lips sends shivers down your spine. 

This is something very very new for you. You have never seen this side of your best friend. 

"Jungkook, sober up. Where is the car keys?" You ask but don't receive a reply from him so you search it yourself in his pockets. 

"Don't touch me like that." He slurs near your ears as you gulp down the hard lump in your throat. You quickly pull your hands away. He slides his hand inside his jeans pocket and hands you the car keys still hugging the shit out of your tiny figure. 

A honk makes you flinch. And soon you don't feel weight on you anymore. "Geez, this guy." You turn your head and thank him for saving you from being crushed under the bulky man. "Wait here. I'll bring the car." Before Taehyung can stop you, you rush to the parking lot and bring the car. 

"Bro, you're so fucking heavy." He groans holding him in place. 

You pull the brakes and get off the car. "Put him on the passenger seat." You help Taehyung in dragging Jungkook till the passenger seat. 

Both of you heave out a sigh of relief and stare at each other and then at the sleeping Jungkook who would wake up any moment.

"Thankyou so much. I'll take him home. You don't need to worry." You pass him a smile. "I could've sent you both back home." You shake your head for that. "It's alright." He gives you a tight smile as you walk away to the driving seat.

"It was nice meeting you." He has a wide smile now listening to that. "Be safe. Bye." You nod your head and drive off to Jungkook's house.

But it's not an easy task.

"I love you for infinity~ oh, oh~" You turn your head and see him singing. You could've loved hear him singing because he has this nice voice but not anymore. He is drunk and he sounds like a broken trumpet.

"Stop Jungkook." You shout, shutting him up. He crosses his hands and looks at you with a pout.

No, you're not having that. He can't act like a baby, look so cute and have your heart melted.

"Just... Just sleep." He shakes his head turning the music on the highest volume. You hiss and slap his hand. You turn off the music quickly before your ear drums tear.

He looks at you with those puppy eyes. You shake your head looking straight. He can't fool you with that look. He can't.

"Y/n-ieeeee. WhY yOu scOolding Little sWEet koookIeeee? DoN't yOu luOve Me?" He keeps his hands on your thighs. Your body jolts at his touch. You stare down at his hand and gulp.

His hand is freaking big, with metal rings on his fingers.

BUT THAT FREAKING HAND IS ON YOUR FREAKING BARE THIGHS.

If we look at just that hand then the situation might seem pretty hot but if you go a little upwards and look at his face, he is staring at you with so much innocence in his eyes as if he's the most innocent creature on this planet when he's not.

He's a filthy minded man who has a cute face.

"Kookie, put your hand away... Let me drive." He tightens his grip instead now with a small smirk playing on his lips.

You bite your lips looking away. What is this man trying to do?

"WhYyy? My hAndeU looKs sooo Handsome. sEe." Seriously? Hand looks handsome?

"Jungkook, hands don't look handsome. Guys do. Like you are handsome-" Whom are you even explaining too? He's drunk. He's driving you insane so not your fault.

You lick your lips taking a quick glance at his hand and then turn your face away. You shift uncomfortably on your place trying to get away from his grip because you're afraid that you'll miss that touch if you don't get away soon.

"We are at your house." You have a big cheerful smile when you turn your face but then it instantly drops when he removes his seat belt and leans towards you.

Your breath hitch in your throat. This is the first time you're looking at him up this close. You knew you had a damn handsome bestie but this. This is different.

His face looks so ethereal up this close. People say there's no one who is perfect. That's because they must have not seen him because he is perfect.

He's the fully explained definition of Perfection.

You press your body on the car seat trying to maintain a safe distance from him but he's already too close and you have no space.

"Jungkook..." You call out his name nervously keeping your palm on his chest so he doesn't fall over you.

"Y/n-iee." Oh, your name is so pretty. Or maybe whatever comes out from those lips have to automatically sound pretty.

"You know, you're so hot." He stares at you with those lusty gaze.

Shit. No. This is happening.

THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING.

Why don't you do something? As in punch him on his face and break his jaw or maybe kick him in his balls and get out of the car.

You can't. You're stiff on your place and your brain doesn't seem to be working. He's not cute anymore. He's hot but.

He holds your hands and pins them beside your head.

He leans near your ears. His hot breath hits your skin making the hair on your neck stand up.

"You're so fucking pretty."

He licks your earlobes. You don't seem to be in this world anymore. Your soul has finally left your body. With all your sins, you're not going to heaven so let's see you soon in hell.