Hot Streak // (BTS Jikook)

One

"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

It was a Saturday night: a night that I usually spend alone, and I found myself surrounded by friends, upside-down, suspended over a steel keg as the foamy, salty liquid rushed past my lips and down my throat.

Namjoon, my best friend - although at that very moment was looking a lot like my worst enemy - convinced me to come to this frat party.

I was still trying to figure out why I even agreed. It was completely out of the norm for me; I was totally an introvert, I hated large crowds, and hated alcohol and drugs even more. Yet here I was.

Huge friggin' sigh.

My keg stand lasted a whole fifteen seconds before I felt the fluid catch up with me and I wasn't quite able to swallow anymore. The beer quickly filled my cheeks until I looked like a queasy chipmunk, then I let out a gasp and the alcohol spilled all down my neck and almost onto a few of my friends.

The two men holding my legs up let me down and gave me congratulatory pats on the back. I wiped the foam from my lips and caught my breath, shooting a nervous smile over to Namjoon who was clapping with a snide smirk that only he was capable of.

I felt oddly proud. Namjoon was always on my case about opening up and stepping outside of my comfort zone, always saying something about "you only live once, so live while you're young" and all that.

I knew I needed to be a bit more spontaneous, sure, but at the same time I didn't see how making a fool out of myself or doing anything dangerous was going to accomplish that.

"Damn Kookie, good stuff!" Namjoon yelled over the music, finally meeting me in the living room.

I felt the influx of alcohol reach my stomach and fizzle; I smiled dumbly as I felt the warmth fuzz around my cheeks. Alcohol was not kind to me, ever. My head felt a little bit lighter, and I couldn't fight back a small giggle when Namjoon head locked me lovingly like he always did.

"Thought you'd like that," I answered with a light push of my own.

If it were up to Namjoon my life would be filled with parasailing, skiing, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and base-jumping, just like his. He was an athlete in every sense of the word, whereas I was more of the silent poet type.

Maybe that's why we got along so well, we were polar opposites. And opposites do attract don't they? Where Namjoon would go left, I'd happily go right. Yet somehow we always found ourselves at each other's side. That's why we were close. We were like brothers.

"Do my eyes deceive me? Is Jeon Jungkook having... fun?" Namjoon joked, shooting back his drink.

"Shut up. I have lots of fun. Just last week I finished the entire Doctor Who series." I paused as soon as I answered, knowing full well what I sounded like. I didn't even need to look at Namjoon to see that he was rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, sure buddy." He chortled. "Look, not that I don't love you or anything, but I'm sort of on the prowl for some female company, ya know?"

I held my drink up to him in a salute to which he gently bumped his own drink.

I knew that I couldn't hang onto Namjoon all night like some sort of personal life raft. I needed to fly solo for a bit, make my own fun. The only problem was, Namjoon was right. I didn't really know what fun was.

I hadn't really been on many dates; the only parties I got invited to were the ones Namjoon so generously dragged me along to. But even then, I was still only his plus one. No one had personally invited me.

I felt as though I was invisible. Standing there, surrounded by a room full of hormone ridden, alcohol drinking, loud kids and I still felt like a fly on the wall. Great.