burn || yoonkook [completed]

13 - fireworks

Yoongi

Despite the awkward tension between Jimin and Hoseok, the night went pretty smoothly. Or it did for myself at least, because I was drunk. Not really drunk, but drunk enough to be able to sit through the night without wanting to either kill someone or kiss someone. And man did I want to kiss a certain black haired boy right now, as much as I hated to admit it.

I had promised myself that this year I wouldn't drink to much, because I hate starting a new year with a hangover. But seeing Jungkook (in those fucking leather jeans) and Taehyung together, watching how close they were and seeing how Taehyung flirted absentmindedly with the younger boy, even though they hadn't been on speaking terms until today, made drinking a necessity for me.

I hated to admit it to myself, but I was jealous.

I was jealous of how close the two youngest were, how they had private jokes, and stories of their childhood together. I was jealous that Jungkook was so laid back and at ease around Taehyung and how he didn't fiddle with his sweater or bite his lip nervously like he did around me. And I was jealous that he would never be that close to me, because heck, we had only known each other for 3 months.

Jin must have seen me staring at the two giggling boys, because I heard his over-dramatic sigh from across the room, and seconds later I felt his hand grip my arm tightly. I was being dragged to the table, where Namjoon and a very uncomfortable looking Jimin and Hoseok were seated, beers in hands, listening to Namjoon brag about how well he was doing with his assessment (which he had been doing over the break to get ahead).

"Hey Yoongi, nice of you to join us, finally." Namjoon says bluntly, running a hand through his greyish white locks and then patting the chair next to him, motioning for me to take a seat. I do just that, and he throws an arm around me. I frown and he lets out a deep chuckle.

"You've been spacing out all night, and that's what? Your eighth beer? You feelin' ok?" He asks, smirking because he obviously knows that I'm really not felling ok. I don't know what I've done to make him act like such a dick, but he's drunk, so I can forgive him. He is one of my only friends anyway.

"This is my fourth, and don't be a prick. I'm fine, just tired." I let out, saying the last bit with a sigh.

"Yeah tired... tired from from doing the deed with your new roommate, am I right?" He lets out slapping me on the back. I choke on my sip of beer, Jimin gasps and Hoseok lets out a loud 'HA' before slapping a hand over his mouth and giggling quietly.

"Really Namjoon?" Jin says rolling his eyes. Namjoon lets out another loud chuckle, obviously finding his joke amusing.

"What the fuck? Of course I didn't...We didn't-" I begin, but am interrupted by Namjoons booming voice and another slap on the back.

"I was just joking, lighten up buddy! Its New year's eve for fucks sake, here, have another drink." Namjoon lets out, just a tad too loud for what is acceptable in a room this small. I take the shot, and down it, trying to find a way to get rid of my probably bright red cheeks.

Because even though he was joking, thoughts of Jungkook and I 'doing the deed', as Namjoon had politely put it, were running through my mind. And I couldn't help the slightly uncomfortable tightening in my pants and rush of heat to my cheeks.

Oh my god, Yoongi stop.

To my relief, the conversation topic changes. I sit and listen to stories of the wild parties Jimin attended in America, and how cool and laid back his host family were. I wasn't really paying much attention, finding myself staring at Jungkook as he posed for a picture with Taehyung. I felt the familiar pang of jealousy rush through me, and look at my drink instead.