addicted to you ; jjk

addicted to you (m)

a/n: the oneshot that started it all! this takes place six months after the previous chapter. 

Foot tapping as you gnaw at your thumbnail, you watch the people around you chatter and laugh together in the noisy bar Taehyung had dragged you to. A couple of banners hung overhead, the place booked and decked out for Jeongguk's return. The door swung open and your head snapped to look, lips downturned as someone you failed to recognise slipped through the doorway and into the throng of people that hovered around the tables.

You went back to chewing at the skin of your thumb, drink barely touched in front of you, liquid almost sloshing onto the table when your friend pushed it towards you with a single finger.

"Why aren't you drinking? I bought you that," He slurps down a few gulps of his second soju, cheeks already dusted with a pretty pink hue, "Don't make me drink it for you,"

Rolling your eyes heavenward, you appease Taehyung, grabbing the neck of the soju bottle to join him on his merry way towards drunkenness after a busy twelve hour shift at the gallery. He'd planned everything perfectly, so you can't sit and do nothing. You haven't eaten since this morning, so drinking right now isn't the best idea, but it sure beats waiting anxiously for Jeongguk to arrive.

A year ago, you wouldn't have acted like this. Jeongguk was a person you hung around with solely for the fact you shared a friend in Taehyung. The two of you had never gotten along since graduating college, but you were forced together for your mutual love for the hapless fool sitting beside you. Before, you wouldn't think twice about merrily binge drinking your weekend off work with Taehyung, most of the time you had to do it if you wanted to spend any time with Tae when Jeongguk was around.

Now, things are a little different. Your foot twitches against the concrete of the ground and you find yourself turning in your seat each time the door swings open, an odd sense of disappointment filling your chest each time Jeongguk fails to walk through the door. He should be here by now.

"Where is he? Shouldn't he have been here half an hour ago?"

Taehyung's brow twitches, his lips pursed as he watches you over the neck of his bottle, swallowing down a gulp of strawberry soju before speaking, "Since when did you care about Jeongguk being late?"

Your spine stiffens, and you busy yourself with peeling at the paper on your drink, "I don't care. I just want to eat and we can't till his dumbass gets here,"

Taehyung doesn't question you further, can't either as the door swings open for the tenth time in the last hour, a cheer bursting from the crowd of Jeongguk's welcome home party when the man of the hour walks through the door. You fight every impulse to turn around, to see how he's changed in the six months he's been gone. To see if his eyes search the crowd for you.

Your best friend slams down his drink, leaving the table for a few moments until you hear his voice returning, joined by another. This voice makes your whole body shiver, and you clench your fingers around your drink, finishing it off in a few quick gulps before your empty bottle is standing beside Taehyung's.

"Good to have you back, man," Taehyung is animated, a bright smile lighting up his face as he settles himself back down beside you. You wait for Jeongguk to take the vacant seat by Taehyung, but he doesn't, instead you feel the warmth of his body on your left side as he sits down, caging you in between him and Tae. If Taehyung notices you tense, he doesn't let on, simply continues to barrage his oldest friend with questions, "How was Spain? Bring back any chicas?"

Jeongguk's laugh rumbles against your arm, his shoulder brushing yours slightly as he fixes his suitcase. He hasn't even had a chance to go home, coming straight to the party with his things. When he straightens in his seat to reply to Taehyung, you just happen to turn and that's when your eyes meet. He steals all the breath from your lungs, leaving you utterly incapable of speaking.