flipped

thirty-six.

서른여섯

     he wants to, so fucking bad. but he can't. not when jungkook is drunk.

     it's just a kiss, his thinks but again anything with a drunken consent is wrong. and he won't do that.

     jimin finally looks up to see jungkook with eyes closed and face at peace. it was definitely his drunk self.

     jimin lifts himself up and reaches to him, places his lips on his cheek. he sees as a small pouts grows on younger. he opens his eyes, furrows. "that was not what i was talking about."

     jimin doesn't say anything, he lays his forehead on taller's chest and holds him around his waist. they're cuddling now, arms around each other, legs tangled. it's he first time and the feeling is beautiful. only jimin wishes that jungkook wasn't drunk and they might have actually kissed. the thought itself makes his stomach bubbly. it's sweet but unsettling.

     "do you not like me?" jungkook ask, disappointed. he holds smaller tighter, he's hurt to not have got his request completed.

     "i do," jimin says, admits. "so much. but you're drunk and i want our first kiss to be special. not with you drunk."

     "it can be special, even with me being drunk. i'll make it special for you." jungkook is desperate now and it's clear.

     "please, jungkook. not now. i promise we'll kiss someday," he mumbles, head still pressed against younger. "not now."

     jungkook whines but let go. jimin doesn't know but the reason jungkook is desperate is because he knows that once he's sober he won't kiss him.

     even though he'd want to, he won't. 'cause he's a fucking loser and can't have the guts to accept his feelings. once he's sober, all of this―

     ―will be gone.

❝i don't wanna be sober❞

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     a/n: the things said in this chapter might seem usual but remember this one 'cause the final chapter will have things related to this. hell yeah i'm giving you a spolier.