finding jupiter ° taekook

seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Yoongi's passionate hatred for Hoseok began sometime senior year of high school and would have its reawakening freshman year of college. Hoseok, all five feet and iridescent frock, had the mission to fill the whole cafeteria with paper cups full of vinegar. Yoongi would walk into the scene later (his hair, grey at the time), earbuds plugged into his ears. He would open the door and fall forward among the vinegar filled cups. There was an entire screenplay of an argument between him and Hoseok, who claimed it was Yoongi's fault that he fell straight into his masterpiece of a prank.

They would both waltz into my Physics class later, one veiled in vinegar and the other snickering next to him.

I think about this as Hoseok stands in front of me, holding a clear cup of orange juice in his hand. His words leave his mouth blurry, I can only squint my eyes to see him clearly with the music bursting through my eardrums. I lean further into the door frame, almost wanting to blend with the maroon color immersing the entrance.

It had been roughly weeks since my oath of never commiting to alcohol again that Taehyung decided to invite me to a party. I had forgotten we weren't of the same status quo, but that wouldn't matter because we're friends. Friends who kiss amidst their drunk mindscapes.

The energy in the room lifts and crashes with every song that plays and every cheer that follows it. Taehyung​ staggers closer to the both of us and I keep my eyes on him as he approaches, his hand slapping Hoseok's shoulder.

"Heyyyy," he slurs. "Your-your boyfriend, he's somewhere."

Taehyung reaches his colossal hands towards the orange drink in Hoseok's cup, taking it and lifting it and finally taking a drink.

"Gooooo to himmm," he pushes at his roommate's chest, barely causing Hoseok to even take a step back. "Leave Jeongguk aloneeeee."

After many lifeless shoves and pushes, Hoseok leaves, deeming Taehyung victorious. He turns to me. All the free-spirited drunk buzzed out of him.

"Hello." He smirks, face dipping down until he's leaning on my chest. "Jeonggukie, carry me."

I am confident he can hear my heart hammering against his ear.

"W-what?"

"I d-drank...a whole...entire bottle of vodka." He pauses, looks back up at me and says, "carry. me." His eyes, coated ruby, gaze up at me. His face glistens in contrast to the dim lights of the place around us.

I swallow the wad stuck in my throat, "uh, t-to where?"

"Upstairs."

Taehyung steps behind me, leaping up and wrapping his legs around my torso. He's softly humming to the music emitting from the living room, that reaches every corner of the house. I realize there's too many drunk Taehyungs for me to keep up and carry all of them on my shoulders.

I almost collapse face forward climbing up the stairs. Taehyung keeps droning to himself, though whatever he hums doesn't match the music playing downstairs.

"Jeonggukieee, are we there yet?"

My heart leaps into space.

"N-no, not y-yet."

He murmurs lifelessly.

"If you like piña coladas..." I hear the boy sing quietly after silent seconds, close to my ear, "or getting caught in the rain..."

His voice, too angelic to be ironically to be singing the piña colada song, continues,

"If you're not into yogaaaaa...if you have half a brain." His arms wrap around my shoulders, "c'mon, sing the rest kookieee!"