Whiplash | jjk.

[20]: Drink, Drink, Drunk

The boys had been working through the bottles of liquor like their lives depended on it.

The sound of their laughter was almost as loud as the music now, as everyone swayed back and forth, slapping each other in entertainment, letting the alcohol take over their bodies.

All four of them were now without a shirt, you being the only alternative.

About an hour ago, they had all taken them off in some weird, masculine, boxer power-play? It didn't make much sense to you. They just all started laughing and hitting each other and taking their shirts off.

It felt like a fever dream.

Boys are so weird.

You remained on your safe spot on the carpet, with your baggy tee-shirt well and truly on. However, you were beyond amused to see how similar boys can be to girls, especially when they're drunk.

As time went on and drinks kept flowing, they all got progressively more giggly. They swayed back and fourth, grabbed ahold of each other, hugged, kissed, shoved. They were rough but no rougher than the girls. They laughed and cried and everything in between.

And it was so sweet.

However, you didn't make any notes of it. You wrote their behaviour off as 'tipsy nonsense'. You were too busy beating almost all of them in the Cappuccino game, to worry.

Since that point about an hour ago where Jimin himself had started getting pretty blind, everyone had decided to take turns being the one to pickup the next card. It worked better this way.

Currently, everyone was distracted, laughing at how red Hosoek had gotten.

You took the opportunity to lean forward and grab the next card. As you did so, Jungkook seamlessly moved off of the couch and took a seat happily beside you.

His fingers brushed across the small of your back.

It was a small move, a gentle touch, and could easily be interpreted as accidental. You could dismiss it, and nobody would even know it happened. And they didn't need to; it could be nothing. And maybe it would be.

If only.

If only you didn't know his games like the back of your hand.

Nobody else had seemed to notice, but you could tell just by the heat in his fingertips that zapped you to life - that it was intentional.

However, what his intention was?

You completely missed the ball on that.

You face was rosy red for more than one reason, but you kept your head pointed forward, not to your right where Jungkook was smirking proudly to himself.

You decided to absolutely not to feed into it, or even spare him a glance. You couldn't risk him seeing how flushed you were, nor did you want any part in the intensity of dealing with a conversation with him.

But he had already noticed you shudder at his touch.

You leaned back into your spot, and read your card aloud, as if all was perfectly normal. "Player one, give player five your phone for one minute." you point to Jimin as you read. "Or drink."

Taehyung doesn't say a word as he throws back the last of his vodka-soda drink, quickly working to refill the next.

He makes a screwed up face as he shots who knows what from his glass, and swallows a desperate gag.

You laugh along with the others, your own head spinning a little from all the tequila.

Taehyung reached forward next, as it was his turn to draw a card.