Because Of You

~*~2~*~

Jungkook watched as the bartender's shoulders tense as he was shaking the container. He groaned as the buzz started to pound on his head. He slid his finger on the edge of the glass, catching the remnants of salt from his drink. He lifted his finger to taste the salt, when the bartender set down an icy blue colored drink in front of him.

"This is the last one."

Jungkook arched his brow at the bartender, scoffing as he glanced to the dance floor, then back at the latter. He pushed his empty glass towards the bartender, leaning back in his chair afterwards.

"Pardon?"

"This is your last one."

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his neck, his tongue poking in cheek as he laid eyes back on the stern ones popping back at him; slightly making the other nervous. Jungkook leaned closer, getting in the bartender's space.

"Since when were you in charge of maintaining someone's drinks?", Jungkook, putting on a sarcastic look.

"Since you had six glasses."

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, leaning away from the bartender.

"Kid, you're drunk. Go home."

Jungkook shook his head, waving his hand dismissively at the other,
"Fuck you--", Jungkook leaned closer to see the bartender's tag.

"Namjoon."

The latter grimaced at Jungkook's attitude and stepped away, silently watching as the latter pulled out his phone, clumsily dialing numbers with his forefinger.

Jungkook glared at Namjoon as he latched his phone to the side of his face, the ringing of the phone resonating in his ear. The bartender raised his eyebrows, mentally laughing at the other's drunk actions.

One ring..

Two rings..

Three rings..

Four rings..

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voicemail-"

"Damn it, Hoseok."

"No answer?"

Jungkook groaned, pinching his temple with his fingers.

"Fuck off. I'm having a bad day, man."

Namjoon sighed, moving up close to put his hands on the counter. He tried to catch the drunk kid's attention but pouted as the latter stayed still in his position, continuing to pinch his temple. The bartender grabbed his phone from his back pocket, quickly dialing a number.

He leaned on the glass rack, trying to move away from the booming music. He glanced at the dazed boy a couple times, making sure the other was still in his seat. The latter was now staring blankly at the drink he had just made him. The icy blue color reflecting on the boy's eyes.

"Dude, did you butt dial me again?"

Namjoon blinked out of his daze, remembering he had just called his roommate.