" it makes the pain go away "
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"yo, either lay off the beers or buy your own."
jungkook cursed as namjoon snatched the bottle of beer out of his hands.
"hyung. give it back."
"you can't keep drowning yourself in alcohol. it's been like, three weeks." namjoon said, plopping himself on the couch opposite jungkook. "and plus, this is mine. i paid for this. what gives you the right to drink all my money away?" he said, grimacing. "go buy chips or something. they're probably somewhat healthier."
"what am i supposed to do, hyung," jungkook let out a cruel snort and mumbled-- "obviously nothing i can do to win her back."
"i'm this close to smacking you across the face, honestly." namjoon said, chugging the rest of the bottle. "thought you were a man." he said, smacking his lips. "y'know. strong."
"not a man good enough for he--"
"oh my god, jungkook." he said, slamming the bottle on the table. "your life doesn't revolve around her. you're so lovesick it's disgusting me."
jungkook ran a hand through his hair. "i don't even know what i did. she just ended it out of nowhere. like literally, i got out of the shower and there was a text on my phone that said 'let's end this.' like, what the fuck man."
namjoon stared at jungkook, emotionlessly. "girls do that. they're cruel and manipulative. once they're done with you, they throw you away."
"where did that come from?" jungkook scoffed. "experience or what?"
"yeah." namjoon said with a groan as he got out of his seat and walked to the kitchen. he returned with two beer bottles, throwing one at jungkook.
"because i pity you right now." he said, plopping back on the couch and snapping the bottle open.
"i'll accept your pity." jungkook said, chugging half the beer in one go and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"how'd you get over it," jungkook asked, running his hands through his hair again. "i'd rather die than feel like this right now."
namjoon threw a couch pillow at jungkook. "yah, don't say that."
jungkook grabbed the pillow and threw it back. "don't throw it back at me."
"i kind of-- just-- got over it. i deleted her number, drank a couple beers, and got over her."
"you make it sound so easy." jungkook said, massaging his forehead.
"it wasn't. but it will. it gets easier."
"where is she now?"
"dunno. probably married. kids. steady job. nice house. nice car." namjoon said, taking another swig.
"kids? what the fuck-- how old is she?"
"let's just say she's older than me." namjoon winked.
