Unlikely Hearts JIKOOK FF

CHAPTER XXX

AUTHOR'S POV

The night was alive with the clinking of glasses and the raucous laughter of the group gathered at the dimly lit restaurant. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol as bottles were emptied, and inhibitions were drowned in the amber liquid.

Jimin, known for his low alcohol tolerance, found himself succumbing to the intoxicating effects of the drinks. His usually shy demeanor gave way to a display of silliness that had the whole table in stitches. Giggling at God knows what, while flirting with his glass, pouring his drink again with his unsteady body.

Taehyung attempted to intervene; concern etched across his face.

"Jimin, come on, you've had enough," Taehyung pleaded, reaching out to stop him.

Jimin, however, swatted his hands away, shooting Taehyung an angry pout. "I'll drink as much as I want, Tae. Leave me alone," he slurred, determined to drown his sorrows in the alcohol-induced haze.

Sighing, Taehyung decided against joining the inebriated festivities, choosing instead to keep a watchful eye on Jimin. He muttered stubbornly under his breath, resigned to the fact that he would likely be carrying Jimin out of the restaurant later. Because drunk Jimin is a real definition of pain in the ass.

Hobi, who had initially suggested the idea of drinking, now sat silently, his gaze lost in the depths of his thoughts, regret lingering in the alcohol-clouded corners of his mind. The rest of the group—Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook—teetered on the edge of tipsiness, the table filled with animated chatter and laughter.

Suddenly, Jimin, leaning precariously to the side, clung to Jungkook's arm, his drunken state evident. Jungkook froze, uncertain of how to respond. Taehyung attempted to pry Jimin away, but Jimin's grip on Jungkook tightened, thwarting Taehyung's efforts.

"Let him be, Taehyung. It's fine," Jungkook said, casting a reassuring look at Taehyung.

Jimin, in his incoherent state, began babbling about Jungkook, his words slurred filled with sadness.

"Jungkookie bad. Hurt Diminie," he murmured glaring at Jungkook, trying to intimidate him but it turns out adorable for the other as tears started to gather on the corner of Jimin's eyes.

Jungkook feels his chest churned at the sight before him as he sincerely feel so bad for the other. He ran his fingers through Jimin's hair, offering silent comfort. Jimin looked up at him, with tears that'll surely fall anytime soon.

"Jungcook?..." He mumbled Jungkook's name, a question lingering in the slurred syllables. His gaze fixated on Jungkook as if trying to confirm the reality of his presence.

Slowly, Jimin leaned towards Jungkook's face, their lips mere inches apart. Jungkook held his breath, unsure of how to react, his entire being frozen in the charged atmosphere.

The proximity between them tightened, and he could feel the warmth of Jimin's breath on his face, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down his spine. Their lips hovered, an inch away, suspended in a delicate dance of anticipation. When suddenly, Jimin brought his index fingers on Jungkook's lips, staring directly at Jungkook,

"Your breath stinks."

Jungkook's was literally taken aback at what he said. He doesn't know if he heard him right, because he was fucking sure he doesn't have stinky breath. He felt offended. He was about to protest but Jimin cut him off,

"Smells alcohol."

With that, Jimin slumped against him, unconscious from the effects of the alcohol. He slept soundly on Jungkook's shoulder, Jungkook who was still staring at him couldn't help but shake his head, a fond smile playing on his lips at Jimin's adorable antics, even in his inebriated state.