Whiplash | jjk.

[45]: Play House

It was 2:45AM.

You and the rest of the narcotics team had spent the best part of five hours at the restaurant, drinking and eating and talking about almost every topic you could think of. You spun off each other's drunkenness and long-awaited freedoms of an open night.

Although you and Jungkook were pretty beat up from the incident with the dealers, some alcohol and food seemed to do the trick in making you both feel better. You all got everything that you needed to off your chests in the time you spent there, especially you, who had a lot to talk about.

Everyone was uncharacteristically supportive of your sadness, as you finally took the chance to open up and tell some disturbing stories. And sure, there may have been some sloppy drunken remarks like teasing and joking, specifically about your training days with the team. But it was all in good fun, and you couldn't deny the fact that you had enjoyed spending that time with them.

You felt closer.

You almost felt like a real team, which was a first.

It was difficult learning to accept that Taehyung and Jungkook seemed to be quite different to how they were back then, especially towards you.

They felt older. And almost more attainable, as if they had finally grown out of their teenage boy phases, and were transitioning into solid young men.

Mostly.

Despite your injuries and all the shit you had to think about, you were feeling pretty good.

It was definitely just the alcohol.

The six of you stumble down the street in a terrifying, ominous, bloody group. Professional stalkers, taking a day off of your spine-chilling duties and all laughing, wobbly on your feet after a long night of drinking.

Namjoon is supporting Jimin on the left and they're cracking up, while Hosoek and Taehyung are holding each other upright just behind you. Jungkook is with them, hunched over and cackling at one of Jimin's jokes.

"How the fuck are we gonna get home?" Taehyung stutters as more of a statement rather than a question.

"There's a train station not far from here," Namjoon replies looking ahead at the path in front of you. "Otherwise I can call us an escort."

"We shouldn't bother other officers," you mumble absentmindedly, shaking your head. "Because of that big shootout in Yeonnam tonight, i'm sure everyone is pretty high strung."

"I meant a cab."

"Oh."

That could work.

Because you were all very far from home, after travelling all the way out here to catch the deal. You weren't exactly lit up by the idea of walking until sunrise, especially since your feet and hips were already cramping.

You lower your head, dreading the idea.

"Hey Y/N," Jungkook muses from a few feet behind you. "You still coming home with me?"

You roll your eyes. "That's the eighth time you've asked me that, Kook. If you ask one more time i'm gonna shoot your dick off."

His eyebrows jump up and he snorts. "You don't have enough bullets."

In reaction to that, everybody cackles loudly, including you, filling the quiet street with your laughter. The path in front of you was a little shaky, as all of the soju was going to your head, but you were holding it together.

"Sure." you sass back.

"Hey Y/NNNN~" Jungkook sings in a beautiful, sarcastic tone, breaking away from Taehyung and Hoseok to run up behind you.