EXCESSIVE | ᴋᴏᴏᴋᴠ

12

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Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, and he was immediately struck by how different everything felt. He was in an unfamiliar, yet incredibly cozy room. The decor was delicate, with pastel shades and a calming ambiance, completely unlike his own place. Confusion washed over him as he tried to remember how he ended up here. His head throbbed with pain, a harsh reminder of the previous night's overindulgence.

As he attempted to piece together the events of the previous night, the door creaked open, and Mina entered, carrying a glass of water and some painkillers.

"Good morning, Jungkook. How are you feeling?" Mina asked, her voice gentle yet tinged with concern.

Jungkook sat up slowly, wincing at the movement. He took in the sight of Mina, standing there with a sympathetic smile, her hair slightly tousled as if she hadn’t slept much. "I... I have a terrible headache. Where am I?" he asked, confusion clear in his voice.

Mina walked over and handed him the water and pills. "You're at my place. You drank a lot last night and passed out. I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you here."

Grateful for the relief, Jungkook took the pills and downed the water, feeling a bit more grounded. He looked around the room again, taking in the soft pastel walls and the neatly arranged books on a nearby shelf. "Thanks, Mina. I really appreciate it. What time is it?"

Mina glanced at her watch and then back at Jungkook, her expression serious. "It's seven o'clock."

Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm. "I need to get going. I have to be at the office."

Mina bit her lip, clearly hesitant about something. "Jungkook, maybe it's better if you don't go to the office today."

He frowned, puzzled by her suggestion. "Why not? What happened?"

Mina sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

Jungkook tried to recall the previous night, but everything was hazy. "I remember bits and pieces, but it's all pretty blurry."

Mina took a deep breath, clearly hesitant. "Well, you got pretty drunk, and then things got a little... out of hand. But before we get into that, maybe you should check your phone."

Jungkook frowned, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. As soon as he unlocked it, the screen lit up with a barrage of notifications—missed calls, text messages, and countless social media alerts. His heart began to race as he opened the first notification, a direct message from a coworker: "Jungkook, have you seen this? You're all over the internet!"

He clicked on the attached video link with trembling fingers. The screen filled with a shaky recording of himself, clearly intoxicated, standing on stage at the club. His voice, slurred and loud, echoed through the speakers as he ranted about Taehyung, revealing details that were never meant to be public.

"No... no way," Jungkook whispered, his eyes widening in horror. He scrolled through the comments, his panic growing with each shocked and judgmental response.

"I can't believe he said that!"
"Is this guy insane? He's definitely getting fired."
"Kim Taehyung's going to destroy him."

Jungkook's stomach churned as he watched himself in the video, cringing at every word he had uttered. The realization that he had exposed Taehyung's secrets and potentially jeopardized his own career was overwhelming. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

"Oh my god, Mina," he said, looking up at her with wide, fearful eyes. "What have I done? This is... this is a disaster."

Mina nodded, her expression sympathetic but also serious. "It's not good, Jungkook. That video is everywhere. Everyone at the office has seen it, and it's only a matter of time before Mr. Kim does too, if he hasn't already."