Let's be nothing

Chapter 2

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"My place or yours?"

Jungkook heard that from his left ear, feeling a hand softly caressing his waist and getting a whiff of a strong scent coming from the man beside him.

Damn...

Why does this feel disgusting?

"My place..."

Jungkook doesn't know how, but when he got his consciousness again, he's already on the passenger seat of a taxi cab, head bumping on the window where he's been leaning some of his weight.

Then slowly he become aware of a hand caressing his thigh, so he moved his head to find the owner of that hand.

His nose got ambushed by a strong scent again.

"I hope you don't mind darling, but I opened your wallet to know your address..." A deep voice whispered on his ear languidly, making sure to put emphasis on the endearment, but Jungkook just felt weird--not the good type of weird--about it.

Like--This is not arousing at all...

"We're here." Jungkook heard from the driver's side the next time he woke up, then he felt his body being dragged out of the leather--vomit inducing--seat.

"Thank you so much," he heard again as the guy earlier holds his waist now, supporting him so he won't fall on the concrete floor of the pedestal while they bid their goodbye to the taxi driver.

It didn't take long for the sound of the wheels, rolling away, to resonate around them, and then Jungkook is being moved again. This time to walk to a certain direction.

"Oh, Thank you so much!"

Jungkook heard that fake cheerful voice from someone in front of them, making the man,--who is currently holding him,--stop on their track abruptly.

Then he felt a hand holding his, followed by a warm, "Let's go."

"What the heck man?!"

"What? I'm taking him, thank you for accompanying hi--"

"Accompanying? I'm not here to accompany him we're about to--"

Jungkook suddenly felt his body being pulled so hard that it slams on another hard body. Chest to chest.

"Fuck" he whispered, hands gripping on the first thing he got a hold of,-- which is the shoulder--the shoulder of the man holding him.

"What? You're about to what? Have sex?"

Jungkook heard that from the man currently hugging him, and he swears--even though he's too drunk to figure things around him now,--the amount of sarcasm and mockery that lace those words is making even him feel bad, making him feel disgusting actually, but it didn't end there,

"You must've picked the wrong location then, you can't have sex with him, hump yourself somewhere else."

String of curses erupts, as Jungkook heard footsteps going away from them, then his feet leave the concrete ground.

He's being lifted, by the strong arms, in a bridal style.

"A piece of thrash." He heard, but because this time he can finally open his eyes, he look up at the man who says that and Seokjin's handsome face, that is looking down at him, meet his gaze.

"Looks like you had fun honey... Even taking home a hook up?" Seokjin mocked him this time, one eyebrow raised up, "You think I'll let him inside our house?"