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Jungkook's POV
"You're late Jungkook ssi. What took you so long huh?" Taehyung greeted me as I entered my house.
Yes he knows the PIN to my house. Well also his house as he always reiterates.
"Yeah hyung just had to meet someone before I got home"
"Oh la la . Meet someone huh? You're telling me Jeon Jungkook met someone instead of rushing home to eat makguksu by himself in front of TV, while watching cooking shows on YT?" He set his foot on the coffee table as he patted Bam's back who was asleep in his second Daddy's lap.
Tae knew his babyboy like the back of the hand. TMI or not. He knew how JK rolled.
" Hyung. It's not like that." I whined. I can't let him know about her just yet. Don't wanna ruin things before they have even started. He doesn't even know about the switch. He'll only ask more questions.
Nothing could douse Tae hyung's curiosi-tae.
"Okay okay young lad. Just know that you could always tell me anything. I'll only give best advice" he did the tata face as he chomped on the honey butter chips.
"I know hyung. Bam boy house. House. That's not where you sleep bub" I caressed my fur baby and asked him to give us some space.
Usually when any my hyungs came over, it meant having a heart to heart, bro to bro conversation over glasses of alcohol.
" What you wanna drink hyung? High ball? Or Peach soju?" I offered knowing he can't handle alcohol very well. He had a low tolerance.
"I have seen you drink highball while doing live with armys. Grace me with your delicacy too Kookah." He gave me his famous boxy smile.
11:00 pm 🍷
5 bottles of soju. 3 glasses of highball later.
To say I was drunk. Would be an overstatement.
Why? I am not drunk. I don't get drunk. I just get chirpy. Too chirpy. A chatterbox to be exact.
Well same cannot be said about the man infront of me though. Tae-hyung was about to black out anytime now.
He was dancing on top of the sofa blasting his favourite Jazz music on my TV. Feeling the sax in his veins.
" agh it's always so fun to spend time with you Kookie" he cadenced as he grew tired and laid back on the couch head locking me, ruffling my hair.
Kookie.
You called him Kookie.
"Ouch. Hyung stop pulling my hair." I giggled.
Atmosphere was much calm now. Serene with the muffling sounds of Jazz playing at a lowest volume in the background.
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