Was it you? - Jikook

5. Might be worth hating you

Tokyo was next with tree dates in a four-way stay.

Near the hotel of every time they went there, there was a bar the group knew well. They would go there when being in Tokyo to have a drink and sometimes dance, and it was exclusive and closed it was easy to not be perceived easily.

Ironically not for a neon tall fancy building not to be obvious.

They were celebrating the end of the tour and the elder ones decided it would be fine to get out of the routine and enjoy their free night in the city. So, they went there with a couple of bodyguards and normal-looking clothes to try to go unnoticed.

Upon reaching their spot in a hidden table in the VIP area, they took off their masks and hats, resting to order what would be some whiskey, sake and beer.

They were talking about the practice earlier that day, laughing at his Namjoon's would miss the last step in 'IDOL' and remembering the early days of dancing. It was all normal and funny, getting a nice atmosphere. However, there was one amber who wasn't enjoying the group time as much as the others.

"Jimin, for the love of God...leave some dignity on the floor." Namjoon thought out loud as he saw his partner, one of the maknaes, leaving himself on the floor of the dance floor with a cloud of alcohol around him.

"Really pathetic," Yoongi mentioned before taking a swig of whiskey, "he's been acting like this for days." The others turned to look at Jimin, defeated and sad about his depressed demeanor; all members were seated, with a margarita, wine, whiskey, tequila and two sakes respectively.

"Do you know why?" Taehyung dared to ask, clasping his hands on the glass of alcohol. His gaze was submissive, since he was not used to those places or to people's gazes on him. He was a guy to stay at home or go to an old people's place.

"Pff heaven knows..." Yoongi responded, drinking some more "but whatever it is, will end badly..." He said the last thing when a girl approached Jimin and, within seconds, started dancing together, if rubbing and licking each other's necks can be called dancing.

"I'll call the agent before this becomes public..." Namjoon sighed "again."

Having said that he got up from the table, going to the toilets in the exclusive area. Jungkook was sitting with his hands on his knees, resisting that sight. Jimin was bent over, kissing the torso of an unknown but very beautiful woman, her left arm full of extravagant tattoos.

A gulp went down Jungkook's throat, then some remorse.

"I have to call too." He said before leaving the table, where luckily everyone was too busy betting whether Jimin would sleep with the girl or not, to notice.

Outside, on one of the bar's balconies, Jungkook looked out at the city and felt the air hit his face.

Tokyo had always been one of his favorite stops on tours... there was something mature, futuristic about his setup: laid out and uncluttered, it was hard to imagine everything that could be happening. The mere idea of it made him calm down and breathe, to them smile at himself.

Not knowing much else what to do then, he took out his phone and decided to call his fianceé. It rang for minutes but there was no answer, so he left a message.

"Hello, it's me. I was just talking to tell you that I'm fine, I'm drinking with the boys but don't worry..." He stopped to gulp, something sore going down his throat "...ehm I'll go to the hotel soon, if you hear this you can call me." He cut off the message and put the phone down. He ended up hanging in his fingers prey of the void off the balcony.

Then, unsteady steps at the door.

Jimin entered to find him, in a clatter tripping over his own steps he caught the attention of the extra black man, who put away his phone before turning to look at him.

Totally drunk, he leaned closer to see her eyebrow piercing. Being inches away from him, he couldn't resist licking his lips.

"Motherfucker." Jimin said smiling, Jungkook stopped him by the arm. Jimin laughed and rested his face on Jungkook's chest before standing firmly.

"God, you're so drunk." Jungkook said to himself as he helped him stand and lean in the balcony as secure as possible.

"The tour is fun..." Jimin didn't listen to his comment and turned to the balcony "the city is pretty..." Jimin tried to lean but a pair of arms took care of him. He turned and now they were staring at eachother.

"You should go back to the hotel, I'll go with you."

"No!" Jimin pulled out and pressed Jungkook's face with his right hand. Jungkook didn't flinch as the man in front of him squeezed his cheeks, then his lips and nose. "Why don't you tell me what to do with you, huh sweetheart?" Jimin smiled at him. "About the night..."

Jungkook took his hand and pulled it away, accidentally bringing his face closer to her on the spot. His repairs were felt on the other's face, but there was nothing more than the smell of alcohol; That alone was enough to make one of them hesitate.

Jungkook thought about the message he had left,and suddenly something familiar built inside of him. He had caused Jimin's state.

"Stop thinking about that."

The order in Jungkook's voice left Jimin cold and eventually alone, on the open balcony, needing a drink....or better yet five.

"I'll tell someone to come for you." Jungkook said and walked inside again, knowing damn well he couldn't go back to help or he would commit a terrible mistake.

Drunk, alone and cold, Jimin smiled in the dark.