That's gay × taekook

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Another question: Why did he say he would regret it? Judging by how tightly he pressed himself to Taehyung's chest, Jungkook was, from an objective point of view, not regretting shit.

He wasn't sure if he also got some wine in his system from that kiss, but he felt unbelievably bold. He broke the kiss, took the bottle back and gave it to Taehyung. The older seemed to go against his principle of not getting drunk that night and chugged it right down without a word.

Jungkook bowed his head down to lick the wine off his throat which caused the older to tighten his grip on his thigh.

"It's sweet," he mumbled against the skin.

"Fuck," Taehyung breathed heavily. "I might need more." He shook the now empty bottle.

"Me too," Jungkook said, but he wasn't talking about the wine. The kiss was so intense it felt like they were trying to eat each other alive. Jungkook had to stop these weird analogies from popping up in his head.

Their tongues swirled together, none of them winning. The younger was not sure if it was saliva or wine that was dripping down his chin anymore, nor did he care.

"Cannibalism!" he broke the kiss to say loudly.

Taehyung was panting, still holding him close. "What?" he asked.

"That's what eating a person is. You're a cannibal. We're cannibals."

Taehyung stared blankly at Jungkook's proud face. After a few seconds passed in silence, it felt awkward. But Taehyung broke the silence with a light-hearted laugh. He laughed, and if Jungkook had to say the weirdest thing anyone had ever heard just to hear Taehyung laugh, he would do it.

"Okay. We're cannibals." Taehyung said in between laughs. He laid Jungkook with his back on the couch, next to him. "And you are a very drunk one. So we're not going to eat each other now."

Jungkook whined, but slapped his own mouth right after.

"Why the hell did you just slap yourself?" Taehyung asked, genuinely confused this time.

"Did you hear me whining? That's so weird of me. I sounded like a pussy. But you know I'm a man. A big man." he puffed out his chest, looking up at the other.

"And men also whine." Taehyung gently pushed his chest back down. He seemed to have more to say. And Jungkook did think that an actual man wouldn't kiss another man either, but that was better left unsaid. In that moment, at least. "You're insecure because of a whine? As a man? Now that's a pussy."

"These are some wise words," Jungkook agreed. "I hope I'll remember them tomorrow."

Taehyung tensed. "You won't remember?"

"I mean, my head is spinning. I'll wake up with an annoying headache too. I probably won't remember much." the younger pondered. He then smirked and wrapped his legs around Taehyung's waist. "Should I remember this? Hmm.."

"No, you shouldn't." Taehyung looked at him seriously. "I might not remember it either, so no need to worry."

"But you're not drunk!" the younger protested.

"Trust me, if I was drunk I would've put your cannibal theory to the test." Taehyung looked away while saying that. "Either way, that's enough for today." He stood up and started cleaning the mess in front of them. Bottles and snack wrappers were scattered anywhere but on the small coffee table.

"I'll regret all of this." Jungkook thought out loud.

"98%, yes." Taehyung reminded him. "I won't."

"You know... we need to talk about this," Jungkook yawned, "one day."

"One day," the older agreed, and Jungkook couldn't see his face, so he wasn't sure what he was thinking.

"What's with this sour mood?!" Jungkook suddenly stood up, opening another beer bottle, then one more to give to his best friend. "The night isn't over."

The older looked at him, amused. He took the beer bottle. "Of course it isn't."

For the rest of the night, they were like normal best friends, with just some additional kisses here and there. They talked about their school's football team, trashing it. Then they put on random songs and emptied their lungs to them, especially the ballads.

"Where's the vodka?" Jungkook asked at one point. They had been drinking beer and wine, so why not combine them again with something else? "If I don't get into a comma tonight, then everything was in vain."

As the hours passed, Jungkook kept drinking more every time he felt that things were getting clearer. He wanted to stay drunk the whole time, so he could shamelessly blame everything on the alcohol later.

"Here," Taehyung gave him a glass with the clear drink in it.

Jungkook drank all of it, then choked. "That's water!" he coughed.

Taehyung laughed at him. He acted like it was poison, not water. When you only drink pure alcohol for hours, water might actually taste like poison. Jungkook wanted to kill him.

"Fuck you!"

The rest of the night was, again, spent like that. They were remembering dumb stuff they used to do and laugh at each other.
That, and tripping each other every time one of them would try to get up.

Towards the end, Jungkook wanted to lay down, and the couch was not satisfying enough. He went upstairs to Taehyung's room and threw himself onto the bed. His best friend was in the bathroom downstairs.

They were both drunk out of their minds; this time, Taehyung too. Both of them were stumbling everywhere.

"Jungkook!"

"Up!" the younger yelled back, scrunching his nose at the loudness.

Taehyung stumbled into bed right as he entered the room. He fell on top of Jungkook, head in the crook of his neck. Jungkook groaned, feeling crushed.

"I could resist with 3 other guys your weight on top of me. You're like a feather," he said, despite his thoughts that were communicating the opposite.

"Well only mine matters."  The older started lightly kissing his neck. "Other guys are shit."

"Yeah they're gay," Jungkook said, laughing. "Wait, that tickles," but he was holding Taehyung's head close.

"And what are we?"

"We're drunk."

"That's good enough for me," Taehyung pressed his forehead to Jungkook's shoulder. "...for now," he mumbled as he dozed off.