Jensoo G!P/Topsoo Oneshots (Converts)

Jennie's a Whiney Drunk

Jennie's POV:

My throat is way too dry. I desperately need a new drink.

The music is way too loud, the thumping bass vibrating almost painfully in my bones as I saunter towards the kitchen.

Past couples making out, past a group of football players in their lettermen jackets doing shots, past Tina and Mike dancing suspiciously close in a dark corner.

When I reach the kitchen aisle and lean up against it, my stomach pressing against the cold marble countertop, the world settles a little. It doesn't spin as much anymore when I have something to hold onto.

"Jennie?"

I can't help but roll my eyes at Nayeon's voice behind my back and don't respond, my hands gathering a red plastic cup and a half empty bottle of vodka, my eyes desperately searching for some orange juice. Maybe in the fridge?

I push past Nayeon and open the door - too quickly. It makes me stumble a little and I feel two skinny arms wrap around me from behind, steadying me.

"Jennie," Nayeon's voice is now directly in my ear, gentle, but loud enough to overtone the deafening music, "I think you've had enough to drink, mhm? Maybe some water?"

I shake off the hands - god, she's so annoying - and tell Nayeon to fuck off with a mean glare.

It doesn't work though, Nayeon is still there, her hand protectively against my lower back.

Oh right, the orange juice.

I scan the fridge's contents, but just as I spot it and reach out my hand, Nayeon's there again.

And she's much more sober and much quicker than me. She grabs a water bottle out of the fridge door and closes it quickly, before my fingers can even touch the juice carton.

"Come on!" Nayeon grabs me by the arm and pulls.

Again, I stumble at the sudden jerk and shoot another evil glare at her, but if Nayeon's used to anything by now, it's cheerios being mean, so she isn't too bothered.

Again, Nayeon pulls, and this time, I have no choice but to follow her, more drunk-girl-stumbling than walking. It's kind of funny and I giggle, but Nayeon just keeps pulling us through the crows of drunk high schoolers.

We almost make it to the back door, when I can feel someone grab my waist roughly from behind, stopping me in my movement so suddenly that Nayeon loses her grip.

"Hey Jennie."

Taehyung has that disgusting smirk on his lips that I hate so much and he smells like a fucking ashtray.

How Jisoo ever let him near her body astounds me. He's so far beneath her level.

"Let me go." I wiggle in his arms, weakly, but he ignores it, simply pulling me a little closer towards himself, almost flush against his chest now.

"Where's your better half?" He raises his voice over the thumping beat.

"Studying."

I can't help but roll my eyes at Taehyung's disappointed puppy dog look. He's basically pouting, which I didn't think he was even capable of.

I push my hands against his chest and it works a little, but his hands are still there, squeezing. They're too low, he's trying to squeeze something I don't want him near, ever, and I groan in disgust. I think he misunderstands the sound though. He always does.

"Taehyung, let Jennie go, please, we were on our way outside!" Nayeon tries behind me.

"Mhm," Taehyung runs one hand up my back now, leaving chills everywhere he touches - not good ones though. I feels gross beneath his hands.