Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Drunk

Taehyung knew that if he could just get his two best friends drunk, they'd finally be inhibited enough to actually admit their feelings for each other. 

And even if his plan to throw a party and get them trashed enough to be honest with each other didn't work, at least his consolation prize might be the cute Spanish girl he'd met when he'd traveled this summer.

So that is exactly what he did.  He invited all his friends, both in BTS and outside BTS.  He invited the cute Spanish girl and her friends.  He invited other idol groups.  He even went as far as to invite managers and western groups.  By the night of the party, he'd had to rent out a venue to hold everyone.  It was a party to rival his friend Jackson Wang's usual soirees.  In fact, Jackson Wang himself was chatting up one of the members of Aespa by the bar when Taehyung made his rounds in search of his members.

As expected, he found Jimin and Jungkook sitting plastered against each other in a corner booth together.  They seemed to be in some kind of animated conversation before Jimin burst into the kind of laughter that took over his whole body.  Jungkook merely reached out an arm to steady him as he beamed with pride over making Jimin laugh.

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head before joining them at their booth, sliding into the cushioned bench on the other side of the table.

"Hey guys!" he smiled brightly at them, trying desperately to hide the glint of mischief in his eyes.

Jimin was still giggling when he replied, "Hey TaeTae!"  Jungkook didn't even spare him a glance, still engrossed in watching the way Jimin's cheeks pushed his eyes into little crescents.

"I brought you some drinks!" he casually offered, nudging the glasses toward them.

Jungkook finally faced him, locking eyes for only a moment before reaching for the glass and focusing on it as he sucked in a few long drawls.  Jimin grinned with something like wickedness before following Jungkook's lead.

The next several hours went like that.  Taehyung would leave for a few minutes, claiming he saw someone he needed to say hi to, and would return with a fresh drink in hand for each of them until they were both clinging to each other and cackling over whatever silly thing Jungkook did this time to make Jimin smile.

Taehyung smirked, proud of his handiwork and let them be in favor of finding the Spanish girl in the crowd again.  Isla, which he discovered was her name, was sitting at a table with her friends in the perfect spot to keep an eye on his best friends.  The moment he sat down, they all gave her knowing looks and scurried off to mingle with the rest of the party, smug smirks plastered on their faces.

At some point in their conversation, he glanced up to find that Jungkook had gotten exactly drunk enough to pull Jimin into his lap.  A hazy eyed Jimin just wrapped his arms around his neck and ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair.  The next moment he spared a look their way, he couldn't help the wide grin that broke across his face.  Jungkook had maneuvered Jimin against the wall of the booth while he was still on his lap and was in the process of animatedly shoving his tongue down Jimin's throat.  Jimin on the other hand was gripping Jungkook's shoulders and tugging his hair as he kissed back with fervor.

After a few minutes, Taehyung's eyes drifted back to their booth only to discover it was empty.  His two best friends were nowhere to be seen.  In a panic, he apologized to Isla and frantically searched the party for the pair. 

Thankfully Namjoon had seen them leave together and had asked them where they were going.  Apparently they'd left to go to Jungkook's apartment that was nearby.  Hobi had offered to walk with them since he lived a few floors below Jungkook, and they had reluctantly agreed.  Taehyung guessed that they'd decided to leave in favor of making out at Jungkook's apartment in private.