Hold My Hand - A Taekook Love Story.

38 - A Cute Drunkard..

The first thing Jungkook felt when he woke up was the throbbing pain in his head. Next was the sandpaper-like feeling in his throat, as he hasn't had water in days. Jungkook pressed his forehead with his fingers, trying to soothe the pain a little but it was rather unsuccessful. Trying to keep head up was making it worse so Jungkook was actually considering laying down again.

“Oh-” a surprised voice made Jungkook open his eyes halfway. “You're up. I didn't think you'd wake up for at least another hour.”

“Oh believe me, the thought is extremely tempting.” Jungkook mumbled. “But I have work today.”

“It's already late for work. I sent word with father that you won't be coming to work today. You need to rest.”

Jungkook tries to protest by getting up from the bedding but he couldn't gather the necessary energy for that simple task. He couldn't concentrate enough due to the throbbing inside his skull either. After about a half minute of struggling, he fell on his back again with closed eyes.

“I think you're right about that.”

Taehyung chuckled merrily, before giving a small bottle to Jungkook. “Here, have this. It's a remedy for a hangover.”

Jungkook opened his eyes halfway again, before extending his arm towards Taehyung. “Help me get up.”

Taehyung smiled and helped the prince to drink the potion in the bottle. The taste was not exactly a favorable one, which was evident from the way Jungkook stuck out his tongue a second later.

“What in God's name did I just drink!? It tastes like chicken shit.”

“That's because it is. We let it ferment for a week- I'm kidding! Of course it's not, although I'm surprised to learn that you know how chicken shit tastes like.”

Jungkook mumbled something which Taehyung assumed to be cursing directed at him, even though he couldn't hear them. Taehyung gently massaged Jungkook's forehead, as he had seen the latter doing when he came into the room.

“Does your head hurt badly?”

“Hmm. Yeah like it's seconds away from breaking into pieces.”

“That was quite a lot of alcohol you had. I didn't know you had such high tolerance.”

“Yeah, well, now you know.”

Taehyung was quiet for about another minute, before he spoke up again. “I also didn't know you were this cute when you're drunk. You were adorable.”

That made Jungkook snap his eyes open. “I was not.”

“You most certainly were. You were speaking with ants, trying to get one ant to apologize for kissing another ant without properly courting first.”

“S-stop.”

“You were sitting on the ground, nose pressed to the dirt and-”

Jungkook sprung up and closed Taehyung's mouth with his palm. “I said stop!”

They stared at each other for about a minute, Jungkook's eyes red with embarrassment while Taehyung's shone with mischief. Taehyung leaned on to Jungkook's hand, making the latter lean back and finally lay down on the bedding again. Taehyung had one palm on the bedding so that the weight of his body was not on Jungkook's palm.

He then lifted his other hand and gently removed Jungkook's palm from over his mouth. “I'm a little jealous about all those other people that got to see this cute side of you before I did.”

Jungkook gulped the lump that seemed to be stuck in his throat, as he turned his head away due to Taehyung's intense gaze. “O-only Jimin hyung did.”