burn || yoonkook [completed]

29 - intoxicated

       

I'M BACK !!!!

Here's a loooonnngggg Namjin chapter to apologise for taking so long to update!!!

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Third persons POV || Namjin filler chapter

Namjoon was drunk.

Well, he got drunk almost every other weekend, Seokjin supposed, but not quite this drunk.

He'd been going out a lot more than usual recently. Ever since Yoongi's mum was taken to hospital, the friendship group was constantly worried for her wellbeing, as well as the wellbeing of their friends. Yoongi and Jungkook had been growing increasingly worse as they days went by, and Namjoon used alcohol to distract himself from his friends pain.

Tonight, after a drunk phone call from Namjoon, Jin had picked him up from one of the many bars he visited on the weekends and taken him back to his house, because it was close by, but mostly so he could keep an eye on him. You see, Namjoon was a little more intoxicated than usual tonight.

He was stumble-into-walls-talk-nonsense-touchy-feely-slurred-words drunk. And Jin wasn't so sure if he enjoyed watching his best friend (and crush) make a fool out of himself in his small living room, or if he should be worried that the drunk might smash his new pale pink flower vase.

"Namjoon! Namjoon, hey why don't you come sit down for a bit?" Jin spoke, trying to coax the stumbling boy away from the vase, and over to the couch, where he could sit and hopefully sleep off his drunkenness.

"But Jinnie, I got-ta practice ma d-dancin." Namjoon slurred, trying to show Jin one of his moves. "H-Hose-... Hoeseok said I suck..."

"Well, I can't disagree with that, but you're drunk! You're-"

"Heeeey! You think I suck t-to?" Namjoon spoke, hiccuping his words, pouting and pointing a finger at Jin.

"Well no, but you aren't the most coordinated person I know..." Namjoon stared for a bit, a look of fake-hurt on his face. He shook his head and clicked his tongue, taking off his cap and throwing it to the ground.

"You are quite clumsy and-" Jin stopped talking as he noticed Namjoon's hands curling around the bottom of his cream sweater, pulling it, and the shirt underneath it, up and over his head.

"Namjoon what on earth are you doing!?" Jin said, feeling a flush creep onto his cheeks as he shut his eyes and turned his head away from the shirtless Namjoon in front of him.

"I can prove you w-wrong, ya know." Namjoon said quietly, something foreign lacing his voice. It sounded deeper than before, still slightly slurred, but noticeably soberer. Jin felt the couch next to him dip, and he could feel the warmness of Namjoon's naked torso radiating onto his own skin.

"There is one t-thing I'm not s-so clumsy at... In fact, I'd say I'm pretty good at it." Namjoon put a hand over Jin's jean-covered knee, slowly moving it up, until it rested on his thigh. He gave it a small squeeze and Jin let out a surprised squeak.

"J-Jin. You c-can't deny it anymore. I see how you look at me. I see how you fix your hair and dress in your nicest clothes when you know we'll hang out. I see how your cheeks go pink when I grab your hand or compliment you. It's obvious."

"W-what's obvious?" Jin spoke quietly, eyes still squeezed shut. He knew the answer, but he was going to play dumb anyway.

"You like me, Seokjin..."

Jin let out a sigh. And opened his eyes. His stomach fluttered as he caught a glimpse of Namjoon's hand still resting on his leg. He looked at Namjoon's eyes, red from the alcohol but almost sober looking now.