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[27] betrayal

"Hey, there you are. We've been looking all over for you. Jimin is going to give a weird speech, he wanted every one to listen." Jungkook hummed to himself, not even registering his brother's words as he brushed his fingers over the softness of his jeans.

"Aren't they soft..." he murmured, gazing adoringly at the piece of clothing. "Feels like a teddy, I just want to cuddle them." and that he did. He brought his knees to his chest and began to rub his cheek against the slightly fuzzy texture of the material. Feet pushing an empty cup across the floor as he seem to restlelessly shake. Hoseok paled.

"Jungkook... did you drink anything?" The boy giggled as he grabbed Hoseok's hair, pulling it out of place.

"Mhmm, I was thirsty..." he grabbed onto Jungkook's arm, pulling him from the floor as he snatched up the empty cup that had rolled away. He smelt the remnants of its contents, not fooled by the fruity sweet smell of raspberry as he searched the room for anyone that could've given it to the boy.

"Jungkook, this has vodka in it!" Jungkook hummed, wrapping his arms around his brother's bicep as he rested his head on his shoulder to try and steady the way everything seemed to spin around him. "You've had medicine, Kook, this isn't safe."

"He said it was soft drink," Jungkook pouted, nearly toppling to the floor as Hoseok gripped under his armpits to keep him steady. Eyes narrowing at the mention of another.

"Who?!" Hoseok demanded, dragging the boy by the arm into the corridor as he dawdled behind.

"Uhh... no one," Jungkook uttered quietly, his head lolling backwards as he fell back against the wall. Hoseok caught him before he could hit his head pulling the young and tipsy boy into his arms.

"Who Jungkook?! You could end up in hospital, cold medicine is dangerous with alcohol, what were they thinking?!"

"'Twas just a drink," Jungkook mumbled, trying to hold up his head. Guilt seemed to spread across his face as he bit into his bottom lip, not even realising he had split the skin as the metallic taste seemed to fade away in a haze.

"You aren't going to tell me who it was, are you?" He shook his head softly, giggling when he saw the pout on his brother's face. "Look, let's drop this tonight, just stay beside me and we'll get you home as soon as Jimin shares his speech."

"You're the best brother ever!" He cheered, "I love you THIS much!" He opened his arms about as wide as they could go, falling backwards as he lost contraction with his brother and fell to the floor. He hit his head against the wall in the process, letting out a soft mewl of dulled pain that was minimised by his senses that were completely shut off. Hoseok sighed, leaning down and picking up the boy in his arms before tapping on the lounge door with his foot. It swung open to greet the orange haired party host.

"Hoseok! and, wait, is he drunk?" Jimin frowned, immediately noticing Jungkook picking at his eye lashes with his fingers, singing quietly to himself.

"If you want to put it lightly then yes, he's drunk. Please, just start whatever your speech was, I need to get him home before he gets any worse."

"How much did he drink to get this out of it?" Hoseok sighed, walking the boy over to a couch and laying him on it.

"He wouldn't tell me. But he had taken cold medicine earlier and it seems to have interacted. He's probably a lightweight too. Someone fooled him, told him it was just soft drink, but he won't tell me who." Jimin grimaced, giving the younger a sympathetic glance.