drink :: bts.

flashlight | taekook

the moment our eyes met
i felt an electric current
this feeling, never ever felt it before baby

taehyung first made eye contact with jungkook across a sea of heads, and a shiver tap danced down his spine, over his nerves and into his fingertips because hot damn.
jimin had dragged him out to a club to have fun, to "get laid," because according to him, taehyung had grown an attitude that "could only be fixed by a good dicking down."
so there taehyung was.
watching a guy who'd shot lightning into his chest bartending, expertly moving around and making countless drinks.
he didn't fail to notice the biceps on the guy beneath the dress shirt.
jimin had found him a while later, tapping taehyung on the shoulder and jolting him out of his stupor.
with a puckish smirk and a push that was none too gentle: "get him, tae."
so naturally, taehyung opened with: "you come here often?"

i keep laughing
whenever I think about you
because i'm falling for you more and more

when jungkook went home that night, his roommate commented brightly on his red face.
"hyung, please shut up," he'd grumbled at namjoon, who was making kraft dinner at three in the morning.
when he'd flopped down on his bed, he'd buried his face into the pillow.
that dork who'd tried to seduce him at his own job was such an idiot.
it wasn't the first time someone had tried to pick him up.
tight black and red dresses, slicked back hair and rolexes -- he'd had his share of cheap, lustful admirers.
but taehyung.
taehyung, who, after giving his name and scribbling his number onto jungkook's arm with the sharpie he'd stolen from said male's back pocket, winked flirtatiously and walked away, only to bang his hip on the bar stool, swearing, losing his balance and tripping on his own feet, ending up on the floor.
jungkook had helped him up, introducing himself as well, though he could tell taehyung was tomato red, even in the bad lighting.
"call me," the latter had mumbled, before walking away, face buried in his hands.
"he's so adorable!!" he'd screamed into his pillow, shortly followed by a crash and an "ah, fuck" from namjoon in the kitchen.

been waiting and waiting
and waiting for you to make a move
(will you come to me?) now
so you can lean on my shoulders

taehyung was lying on his back in bed.
he'd just gotten home from his afternoon shift at the boba shop, exactly one week from that friday at the club.
he lazily scrolled through his instagram feed, noting that jimin was at yoongi's house.
still no text from the bartender guy. jungkook.
shutting off his phone, taehyung groaned, rolling over and burying his face in his pillow.
seventeen's "adore u" blasted out from his phone, and taehyung scrambled over to the end of his bed to pick it up.
-- jungkook: hey?
-- jungkook: you're the cutie i met at the club, right?
taehyung took two entire minutes to answer.
-- taehyung: hi!! yea|
-- taehyung: hi!! y|
-- taehyung: hi|
-- taehyung: |
-- taehyung: indeed i am, good sir

been thinking and thinking
and thinking about you all day
(stay by my side) whenever
so you can feel that I'm always with you

jungkook burst out laughing at tae's response.
'adorable.'
-- jungkook: so, uh... can i take you out sometime?
'too formal, you sound like a desperate little headass jungkook, oh my god why would you bring that up so soon you fucking idiot abort mission abort--'
-- jungkook: imean only if you want to, no pressure, it just seemed like you wanted to get to know me at the club|
-- taehyung: yeah! okay
jungkook's thumbs froze over the phone keyboard. 'that was insanely fast.'
-- jungkook: either you're an extremely trusting idiot or i'm an extremely convincing man-- taehyung: let's go with the latter lmao
jungkook breathed a sigh of relief; luckily it didn't seem like he was super needy to taehyung.
-- jungkook: okay! um so
-- jungkook: there's this nice cafe a block down from the club
-- jungkook: is there sometime i can pick you up this weekend?
jungkook's insides were a tangled mess of pink cotton candy. but melted. into hot, sticky sugar goo. he was rolling around on the bed, palms becoming sweaty and leaving little beads on the screen, making him wipe them on his shirt.
-- taehyung: yeah, um
-- taehyung: i'm actually free for the next three days wHAT
-- taehyung: is saturday okay? maybe at lunch?
jungkook was doing all he could not to squeal like a prepubescent girl over her favourite band.
-- jungkook: yO YOU ACTUALLY ACCEPTED YEET
he sent it without thinking.
once he realized, he dropped his phone on his chest. 'why are you like this' he thought, staring blankly wide-eyed at the ceiling. 'as of this moment, my purpose on earth has vanished, take me into death's sweet release, i love you mom and dad-'
--taehyung: yEET u know it brih
--taehyung: f UC K IMEAN BRUH
-- jungkook: ohmygod
-- jungkook: living meme