FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

27| Sober words

11 PM

"Fuck, this tastes like shit. What the hell?" Jimin frowns in disgust, keeps down the glass of white wine back on the table, and looks towards us, "thank goodness Taehyung bought the soju."

He now relies for the alcohol which was bought by this person who's fast asleep on the sofa next to me, his husky snores echoing in the dark silence of the living room, I lean forward to keep the wine glass back onto the coffee table, taking a short glimpse of Jungkook who's emptying his third shot of makgeolli after finishing one bottle of soju, not seeming drunk but is.

"Haven't you drank enough? Ay...stop now." Jimin snatches the glass away from him, stopping Jungkook before he could become drunk till his senses blacken. The younger one frowns, sitting up straight as his eyes fall on me.

"I'm not drunk, I was gonna stop now anyways." He smiles at me, clears his throat that must be bitter aftermath the amount of alcohol they've consumed in a short while. "Are you full?" He inquires when I stand up to get going to the kitchen to put my glass down into the sink, "yes, I've had enough."

He follows me wherever I go, "was the chicken fried rice that I cooked delicious?" It's obvious that he cooked well, and he really is a nice cook because we all enjoyed his food, but the worst part is, he's filled with insecurities about it. "It was really good, Jungkook. I loved it, Jimin and Taehyung loved it as well. It was quite tasty and savoury. We all seem to enjoy it." I bring a faint smile to his wet lips, he licks the bottom one and tastes the alcohol again, "that's a relief...."

His ears turning red, he comes forth to keep his glass next to mine and we both go back to the sofas. "He's passed out." He holds a leg of Jimin, keeps it up on the sofa properly, and then sits down on the carpeted floor. I sit down beside him, more tired after having some wine.

"Have you spoken to your brother, in a while?" He suddenly brings up this topic, taking the remote in his hand and switching on the TV. "I did, yesterday."

"Hmm," he straightens to remove his hoodie, unzipping it down, "is he doing fine?" I nod, doing a survey that he's really caring and is concerned about my private life as it was important to him just how it's important to me. "He's great, he smiled and laughed, and we talked a lot. We even joked about the matter now, finding it funny and useless." My fading sentence delights him as I stop speaking, he smiles at an instance, coming forward to touch my cheek.

"I'm glad, you guys are very mature. It kind of took me heavy years to get through the hate and the maliciousness." His flattering praise causes my lips to stretch into a soft smile, as his fingers skim past my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. Everything seems fine, like it's only us against the bad.

"Do you still get scared?" I erase some distance between us, not knowing it what I'm doing is off the limit or stays within it, but the booze is making me hot. Jungkook's eyes gaze at me in amusement, "scared of what?"

"The hate, and the people who spread it. The bad guys." I pin my chin down on my palm, resting my elbows onto my thighs, awaiting for a reaction from him. He doesn't move, thinking about it in depth, "to be really honest, yes." He heaves a long sigh as if a burden was being taken off his chest, his fears opening up to me, "it still scares me how I'm being portrayed by those people, how much they can hate me, and why they can hate me. But it's just not the same."

"Why?" He puts his shiny orbs back on me, the scent of alcohol still reeling from his breath and shirt, "because I don't give a fuck."

His honesty makes me giggle, I turn my head down and hide my laughter to not embarrass him, just in case. "I wish I was as unbothered as you, but I guess, I'm just born with a wrong mind..." I toy with the fabric of my cardigan, raising my head at the feeling of his hand touching mine. "You're not born with a wrong mind, don't say that. It's nice to be sensitive, sometimes, and anyways, you're totally new to this whole fame game shit, it'll take you even more time to start believing yourself and stop bothering about the assholes out there, but you're going to be fine, I'm with you. We all are with you, and we're there to help you face them."

I don't know if I can hold back my happy tears or not, his soothing words, the calmness of his eyes, his affectionate hold on my hand, this all makes it hard for me to control my emotions.

"You're....I'm really thankful, for you, and for everyone else here." Not good with words, I get up on my knees and embrace his body, encircling his neck with my arms, loving every seconds passing with me in his arms, safe in his hold, warm and cosy from everywhere. "Yes, but we're more lucky to have you. And I'm the luckiest because you're my little assistant songwriter."

His lips press a gentle kiss on my forehead, his tough hands snuggling me, I glance up at him but the smile he gives makes me shy, and I remember that I'm probably going over my limit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I take back my arms, put my head off his chest, though I'd love to stay close and listen to his heartbeat and smell his intoxicating cologne. Jungkook catches my hand, not ready to let me escape from his lap, "no, stay here. I do not mind as long as you don't. You're fine, right?"

The consent he wanted, he gets it from me, "I am fine." He releases his grip, setting me free. I turn my blazing cheeks away from his sharp sight, respectfully cuddling his arm.

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