A Flower of...Love

21- Busted

1300 words

Third Person's POV

"So what's the special occasion?" Jimin walked alongside his friend, carried his signature eye smile on his face, and got more excited with every step closer to the entrance.

"Hm? Oh it's nothing. I just want to hang out with my friend on a weekend." Looking at the blinding neon signs and listening to the deafening screams and music coming from their destination, Namjoon's lips curled into a smile too. Jimin, hearing the answer, nodded, and he, who couldn't wait any further, grabbed his friends wrist and pulled him towards the entrance.

As soon as they stepped in the bar, they were engulfed into the crowd and absorbed into the hard rock music blasting through the massive speakers hanging above them. They squeezed through the cracks between the people and looked for two seats at the back of the bar, ready to spend quality time with each other.

Jimin was busy sipping on his cocktail and enjoying the burning sensation when it reached his throat, looking around at the people happily dancing to the music. Namjoon ordered a beer for himself, being careful not to get drunk easily, and stared straight ahead, rehearsing his plan for the nth time today.

Everything froze. The music stopped during the chorus. People had their limbs stuck out in all directions, the dancing stopped. There was only silence. Silence, and a deep breath. A symbol of confidence, signifying readiness.

The mouthful of air was exhaled, everything returned to normal.

Namjoon reached out his hand searching for his friends, without waiting he stood up, pulling Jimin with him. He raced to the dance floor in the middle of the crowd and shouted, "Let's party!!!"

"Wh-" Those words were swallowed by the music and the peoples laughter; it's never going to be important at this moment anyways. Jimin saw his friend waving his arms and legs, and didn't hesitate to put on a smile and join in.

Every 10 minutes or so, Namjoon would stick his hand out, retrieving a cup of beverage, alcohol percentage increasing with every drink. Those cups always ended up on Jimin's hands, and the liquor in Jimin's mouth.

Under the dim lights, Namjoon made out shades of red on Jimin's cheeks and forehead. Just one more cup, one would do the job. With this thought in mind, Namjoon called the waiter once again.

When the cold glass touched Jimin's hands, Jimin shook his head. "Hyung, I already had too much. I'm going to get drunk. I feel light-headed already." A hiccup escaped Jimin's lips, and his hands grabbed onto Namjoon's huge ones, pushing away the greenish yellow liquid away.

"Come on Jimin, it's a party! It's the perfect time to get drunk! Just one more drink yeah? One more drink for me. This is a delicious one too, here." This was no time for giving up, Namjoon tensed his muscles and his hand stayed in its place despite Jimin's grip.

Jimin pouted slightly, his eyes moving from the drink to Namjoon and back to the drink. There was a moment of hesitation, hands wrapped around the cup, and the drink was delivered straight to Jimin's mouth.

An arm wrapped around Namjoon's shoulder, the two stumbled out of the bar and into the streets. Namjoon placed Jimin on a conveniently placed bench by the sidewalk and placed himself next to him. It's time for part 2 of his plan.

"Ok Jimin, where is Jin?"

Jimin, eyes half opened, cheeks and forehead painted red, head bobbing slightly, looked at his friend weirdly, almost frustrated, before answering.

"Jin? Your boyfriend? You don't even know where your own boyfriend is?" Jimin let out a few chuckles, but got cut off by a serious of hiccups.

Namjoon smiled and scratched his head, pretending to be flustered and embarrassed, while he expected this all along. This wouldn't be easy, different from the easy task to drunk his friend.

"Oh right, haha! I'm such an idiot! I must have just forgotten. Too much alcohol messes with my brain."

Jimin tilted his head a bit, as if he's not able to understand those simple words. "B-brain? A-alcohol...oh! Heh, yea t-too much al-alcohol." A serious of hiccups escaped his lips again, breaking the silence of the quiet, empty night streets.

Namjoon kept his smile, "Then where is your boyfriend, Jimin?" This was it. This is definitely going to work. Not able to keep in his excitement, Namjoon shuffled on his seat, trying hard to do anything too exaggerated.

"My boyfriend...I have boyfriend?" Namjoon felt the cold wind pierce through his skin into his bones. The thought of the over excessive amount of alcohol messing with his friends brain swept across his mind, wiping his smile off his face.

However the smile returned with just a few words, "Oh! Yoongi!" Jimin laughed, embarrassed, Namjoon doing the same.

"That's easy. He's in the forest behind Jin's house. In the clearing with all those stupid flowers...flowers of love, there's a wooden house. He's there...to cure t-the poison. He is also with Jin, but I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Namjoon feel himself getting lighter, picturing wings growing from his back and taking him into the night sky.

His heart beat against his chest as he smiled brightly at the sight of Jimin dozing off on the bench.

"Thank you for telling me Jimin. I can bring you home in return." Carefully, Namjoon's arms slid under Jimin's legs and behind his back, lifting the light body up and carrying Jimin towards his car.

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Yoongi's POV

I blinked as I saw my home screen disappearing, taking all the applications away with it, and bringing what I expect to be photos albums, back on my screen, in less than a second.

Only there were no photos, no albums.

Instead it was replaced with an unfamiliar lock screen, with a green background and 9 dots in the place of what was supposed to be a keypad.

It was that image that woke me up from my trance; that acted like an alarm, warning me before it was too late. I shook my head and frowned at my screen, realizing what I had just did.

I saw as my hand holding my phone starting vibrating slightly, only turning to vigorous shakes in a matter of seconds. Breathing got harder and I realize that the phone was the reason why.

Feet on the floor, I lifted myself up from the bed and dropped the phone on the floor, kicking it away making it hit the wall, backing away and opening the door to get rid of the small black machine from my field of vision. With the door slamming shut in front of me, my muscles finally found themselves relaxing, my eyebrows loosening from the frown, my brain calming down from the situation.

My breaths got steadier as I look around me, still in shock about my mistake. I didn't dare to think what would've happened. My eyes landed on the door next to the one in front of me, and an idea formed into my mind. Not an idea, more like the solution, the only possible choice.

In a few seconds I was standing in front of that door instead, my hand slowly reaching up to knock.

When I didn't get an answer I got frustrated. I don't know why, but that's what my heart is feeling. My brain got the message, sending energy through my hands and telling them to do something else.

That something happened to be barging in.

I opened the unlocked door and saw Jungkook on bed. I was supposed to ask him to help entertain me, but the orders changed. Because what I saw made me forget about my original goal.

"What happened to your arm? And your bed?"