𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆

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Taeyhung's pov
Water.
I needed to take some water and medication for that stupid and foolish Jungkook who was currently sleeping deeply in my room.
All night, all I did was turn around and around on the couch, and now I had a really bad back and a really bad headache.
Hobi's party turned out to be a disaster, Hayun ran home with Namjoon because she was sick, the Jeon brothers got drunk like never in their life, Jimin had come home miserable while Jin had broken an expensive lamp after dancing nonstop, receiving a smile of comfort from Hobi. A saint.

"YA JEON JUNGKOOK" I took off his covers and shouted with all the breath I had in my chest "DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME TO GET UP?"
Could that big head still be asleep?

"Mh...what time is it? Ah what a headache!"
Finally he opened his eyes and tried badly to cover his face to avoid the blinding light, I put both hands on my hips and then pointed at the table next to him.
"No wonder you have a headache, yesterday you drank like shit, but can I know what's wrong with you lately? Come on, take the medicine"

He got up holding his elbows up and then swallowed the pill in one sip and passed a hand on his messy hair.
"What am I doing here?"
He even had the nerve to ask it instead of thanking me for keeping him from going home like that.
"I already told you, you were too drunk to drive and I brought you here." I walked up to the foot of the bed and then I sat down and waited for Jungkook to wake up properly and remind him of the events that happened the night before.

"I must have drunk the strongest whiskey there was, I remember very well not having drunk so much... Where is my sister?"
I raised an eyebrow, of course that boy could lie shamelessly, he had drunk a whole bottle and even had the courage to tell me that he had just had a few drinks.

"You drank the whole bottle of the best whiskey," I chuckled, I would have found that situation funny if it weren't for what my eyes had seen that night.
"Your sister is at Yoongi's, he brought her home because she got drunk too and someone had to or your parents would have freaked out," I shrugged and clasped my lips.
What a situation. I never thought the Jeon brothers would get so drunk on the same night that they had to be dragged home by one of us.

"My sister's been drinking too much lately," he muttered, making me snap my tongue in disbelief, as if he hadn't done the exact same thing.
"She's probably getting the same habit as you, you know what it's like to be locked up with you in your house"
He threw a pillow right over my nose.

"YA MY BEAUTIFUL FACE"
He had to feel better already to throw a pillow in my face. That kid.

"Why did Yoongi accompany Yuna? Couldn't Namjoon take her home?"
He was starting to ask questions, which meant his head was already starting to work, even though his eyes were still half closed.
"Namjoon had to drive Hayun home because she was sick," I chewed my inner cheek and I smirked when I saw his expression change completely.

"Was Hayun sick? How is she now?"
He seemed genuinely concerned, and I was beginning to wonder if he remembered anything from the night before.
I knew perfectly well that something had happened between those two and his concern only confirmed my thoughts.

"Why do you look so concerned?"
He raised an eyebrow and began to speak quickly, trying to explain his concern "I was just asking, after all she is like a sister to me..."

I stopped him as soon as I heard that "Stop fucking around, we know you don't think of her as a sister."
"What are you talking about? She grew up with me, with Yuna..."
"Oh so would you fuck your sister too? I don't think, you know? 'Brotherhood' is not the right word to define the relationship that binds you"

His eyes wandered everywhere except on my figure, he tried in every way to avoid my look and probably tried to avoid even my words that, evidently, had struck him so much that he remained silent.
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
This time, he turned slowly towards me, his eyes were confused and worried.
"What...what happened?"

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