Sky Full of Stars | Taekook

8. About You

The night before the wedding, Jimin and Jin held a small gathering
to celebrate Namjoon. The group of ten or so sprawled out in the tavern, drinking a carefully arranged selection of champagne, wine, and whiskey.

Jimin stood, raising his glass, "Cheers to you and Kim. Tomorrow is going to be amazing and so will the rest of your lives together," he grinned, looking around at the group of them.

They were sitting in the rustic, wood-paneled bar, tucked behind the stairs in Jin and Jimin's inn as they celebrated the last night before the wedding.

Though there was one notable absence. Jungkook was gone again after the fiasco during baseball and this time no one seemed to have a clue where he was until he stumbled into the bar. Heads turned, but no one seemed overly concerned.

His expression was stony, monolithic almost. He snatched a tumbler of something from the bar, though he couldn't be sure what it was as he slouched into an empty table at the back of the dim space and rested his chin on his hand. He didn't even bother to shrug off his black hoodie.

When he noticed Taehyung watching him, he could only roll his eyes and bite his tongue. Then he spent the rest of the evening staring off into space.

Eventually, Taehyung was fed up. He scoffed loudly and shook his head, "He's so fucking dramatic," he hissed at Yoongi, "It's not always all about him," he seethed, jaw clenched.

Yoongi wrinkled his nose and raised a brow, "He's not bothering you," he murmured, shaking his head, "Let him be."

Hobi glared at them from where he was sitting to Yoongi's left. He pulled off his black, rounded glasses to clean the fingerprints off them.

"I would fucking love to," Taehyung spat, crossing his arms. He was being just a little too loud, but he didn't care.

Jungkook gave one last withering glance over his shoulder before standing. He swept over to clink Namjoon's glass and whisper something into his ear, promptly vanishing from the bar.

"Fucking pussy," Taehyung muttered to himself, "Just can't take what he dishes out."

Hobi wore a deep frown and a funny sweater vest and trouser outfit. He slipped his glasses back on.

"Give him a break. I know you're mad about the issue at baseball but please chill," he snapped at Taehyung, trying to keep it down, "You're not even mad at him, so calm your ass."

Taehyung held his hands up in a lock surrender, "I'm sorry, it just sucks to be the bad guy all the time when I'm not able to defend myself."

"And whose fault is that?"  Hobi retorted, indignant.

Yoongi shook his head, unclear on who was in the right when it seemed like everyone was at least a little bit wrong.

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"Are you going tomorrow?"

Vernon scanned Jungkook as they plodded along the sidewalk. There wasn't much to see, it was dark and Jungkook had a decent poker face.

"I'm not sure," he supposed, scratching the side of his neck, "I haven't even thought about a wedding since I proposed to Taehyung."

Vernon hummed, nodding along, just listening.

"You don't have to, you know. Namjoon gets it."

Jungkook let out a noisy sigh. The evening air was temperate and smelled vaguely oceanic, but he guessed it was close to high tide.

"I know he does. This whole thing is just annoying," he muttered, "I wish he would leave."

I wish seeing him didn't make it hurt so badly that I'm sick to my stomach.