Shades Of Lust

Chapter 7 | Swift

Jungkook

"Give me the damn bottle".

"Shit, don't step on me you idiot".

"I swear I'm going to kill this bastard for ruining my shirt, I fucking smell like vomit".

"I'm sorry Taesung, but can you just help a little bit more?'' I struggled to keep up with a very drunk Jimin, who still very much did not wanted to cooperate. It was pure chaos, bringing him home felt like a war. It would have been easy if we'd simply ignored his drunk ass but I couldn't just leave him alone. Even if we were not that close he was still my roommate. The shop owner was seconds away from throwing him away until I'd to interrupt. 

This was the last thing I wanted to do on a Sunday night. 

"I might end up punching him if he again tries to kiss me with those lips" a groan left from his mouth as we stumbled on our way to the room. I could never understand why Jimin had to drink like it was his last day on earth. 

Drinking could never solve your problems. 

As we reached near our door, I quickly pressed the code. Jimin's one hand wrapped around my shoulder, and damn was he heavy. "Can you please hurry up, I have to go home or I'll become homeless". 

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" I threw a glance towards the boy who was actually struggling with Jimin's weight "I really don't want you to go alone at this hour" I pushed the door open as we stepped into the room. 

"I can't, if my mom finds out she will kill me" he huffed as we dropped Jimin on the couch. 

"Okay then, be careful" I crouched down to remove Jimin's shoes as I heard the soft thud of the door. Based on the silence of the apartment I could guess my other roommate Hojun was not here, he'd always been the perfect guy in my eyes. 

When I first met him I instantly knew he was the one to keep their distance from us, always being punctual with his classes and routine and never coming drunk on typical Sunday nights. His perfection had scared me, building up a wall between us which none of us tried to break in, and now after all these years it didn't bother me that much. 

I could never make friends easily. 

But with Jimin, it's always been easy. Maybe it was his innocent smile which assured me that I could indeed trust someone and was capable of making friends with my trust issues. 

"Jimin" I shook his body gently, making sure to not make him feel uncomfortable "gotta wake up man if you don't want to end up with a grumpy mood on Monday" I retreated from my position, walking towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. No matter how much I hated his drunk self I wanted to take care of him. It was the last thing I could do for being his roommate or maybe a friend before we drift apart after months. 

I did not have pleasant memories of my college days like others. Frankly speaking, I had nothing like memorable moments with me if I recall correctly and I didn't care much about the fact that if in future I look back I'd have nothing to laugh about or share something with but no matter what I'd have my songs and my guitar with me. My only possessions. Maybe I'd remember Jimin for being a weird guy who seemed to have come to his senses now.

"You good there buddy" I asked as I walked towards him, sitting on the couch in front of me, watching him rub his eyes with his small hands which almost looked cute. For a guy like Jimin his hands were rather small and cute while mine were big and calloused. He groaned in response, massaging his forehead with those small fingers of his. I chuckled and passed the water bottle to him "Here, this might help a little". He mumbled a 'thanks' before grabbing the bottle and gulping down the water. "Feeling better?"