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Seokjin's POV

"I don't know Hobi. All I know is, the three of them have surely drunk more than they should have. I'm just as surprised as you. Please go get Jimin, and take him out of here. Just take him to your apartment for today." I mutter, as his presence breaks my chain of thoughts.

"And what about you? Are you not coming with us? Don't tell me you're thinking of doing, what I'm thinking you are." Hoseok looks at me, with eyes that cast a knowing look.

"You know I can't leave Jungkook alone here in this state." I whisper, looking to my right shoulder, where Jungkook's head is currently resting.

"No, but, what the hell! Jimin is about to sleep with your arch rival, you're nursing your drunk ex-husband who hates you, and what am I doing? Ripping my hair out, cause I can't with you both! You do understand, that if he finds out about this when he's conscious, he's totally gonna twist this and spew some nonsense along with it, right? Why do you put yourself through this again and again, Seokjinnie?" Hobi spats, face palming.

"I know." I simply answer, giving him an apologetic smile.

That's all I can do. But I can't leave Jungkook like this here, like I did that time. Like when I broke his heart... and mine.

Jungkook's rage for me is justified, because I did in fact, ruin him. But there's more to it. Something that he doesn't know, and I don't know how would he react if he finds that out. How much more hatred would that instil in his heart for me.

I have wanted to tell this to him, a hundred times in all these years, but every time, the thought of the consequences shakes me up with unspoken fear, and how that would change the dynamics of it all.

"You know what? I'm gonna go drag Jimin's ass out of here. You do what you want." Hobi muttered, shaking his head, and speeding towards Jimin and Yoongi, who seem to be touching each other all over.

I'm not even in the right mind to think over it. At least not right now. Being this close to Jungkook, always does something to me, and especially now that it's reminded me of that night.

That night, when I ended whatever could have been... a happy future for us.

Realising it's really late, and that we can't actually be sitting here in this position for the rest of the night, I decide to drive Jungkook to his house.

From the corner of my eye, I see Hobi dragging a 'ready to run back' Jimin, out of the club's exit. Yoongi is still sitting on the bar stool, beside the one Jimin was sitting.

I get up slowly, securing Jungkook's head with one hand, so that he doesn't fall and crack his head open.

We make our way out of the club, in 5 mins, as it's really hard to walk along with his unconscious and double in build to me, body.

I carefully open the back door of my car, and help him lay inside, and then jog back to the front, and put my keys into ignition.

It occurred to me, that even if I know where he lives right now, I don't know his passcode, and it's not like I can leave him outside his door.

What do I do now?

Oh yes, his secretary! The shit scared guy I ran into that day. I should call him.

But would it be okay at this hour?

I don't even have his number, and here I'm already debating my own thoughts.

As I'm tapping my hand on the steering, deep in thoughts of what to do, an idea popped up in my mind.

I quickly fish my phone out of my pocket, and go to Jungkook's brand's website. NinetySeven's website has to have the office's contact numbers, right? So I can probably get his secretary's number there.