F I R S T N I G H T
I scanned the surrounding , looking for a familiar blackheaded , pale complexed man then only to find my eyes fixated on the back of a black sweater on the very far corner of the bar. I approached yoongi , tapped on his shoulder , and woke him from his nap.
I looked at the person who disturbed me from my sleep with hooded eyes and judging by how his nose scrunched up upon seeing me , I must reek of alcohol "Jimin?" , I assumed.
I felt my chest clench , why'd he think that i'm Jimin when in the first place it was him who called me? "It's Hoseok." I bitterly said
I smile at him and felt my anxiousness lift up and released a breath that I never knew I was holding back, "Thank god it's you Hoseok."
"Let's go home"
"I dont want to" I slumped on the table , showing no signs that I want to let go of my seat and keep drinking
"That was not a question" I tug on his clothes softly then roughly when he didnt budge
"Ya! You'll rip my clothes if you keep on pulling it" I slapped his hand away from the grasp on the hem of the sleeves of my sweater
"I really will if you still refuse to come with me" I said calmly , trying not to sound so impatient and angry
I stared at him and saw his sincerity and anxiousness on his eyes and stood up "Okay. Let's go home." I said softly swaying side to side , feeling dizzy , holding onto hoseok for support.
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drunken conversations | myg + jhs
Fanfictionmin yoongi always tells the truth when he's drunk and jung hoseok happens to always be there to hear it. ©2017 christelle (stalkerkun)