flipped

thirty-seven.

서른일곱

     his head is heavy and painful when he wakes up. jungkook gets jimin off of him and sits on the bed's edge, looks around. he's tired and wants to sleep more but he he looks at the clock and knows he has had enough sleep.

     and when he looks at jimin again, all what happened last night flashed before him. how he asked jimin to kiss him, how he wanted it so desperately and he still remembers why. now that he's sober, he's scared and wants to undo the previous night.

     he needs to meet hoseok, he concludes, rushes off the bed and searches for his clothes, phone and keys. he has no time to wash up and gets himself a cab to hoseok's and jackson's shared apartment. on the way, he wears the his shirt and he knows he looks funny in a fitting trouser and a shirt but he cares less. only one thing is important at the moment.

     once he's in front of the apartment, he presses the door bell aggressively to jackson opening it. "wha―" jackson gasps when jungkook pushes past him and into the house, looks for hoseok. and when he spots him standing beside the television, he's leaping towards him.

     "hyung!" he's alarmed and in panic by the time he is by hoseok. "i can't. i can not do it anymore." he grabs his shirt in his fist, keeps his forehead on elder's shoulder. "i like him."

     "then what's wrong in that?" hoseok says, rubs younger's back. he knows the feeling, understands.

     "what's wrong? hyung, that was not the plan!" he whines and hoseok makes him sit on the couch, and sits beside him so he still has the hold on him. "besides i'm not allowed to date." the hold gets tighter.

     "you aren't allowed to drink either," hoseok pauses, sighs. "i've seen you smoke as well. that's not good for you."

    jungkook bites his lip, leaves hoseok's collar. "only when i'm stressed. it's occasional." he looks away. "and let's not get distracted from the topic right now."

     "what's the exact problem?"

     "my feelings. i'm falling for real." jungkook groans, puts his head on his palms, sighs. he's a mess and so are his feelings.

     "then be with him. we'll have a talented dancer with us and you'll have a sweet boyfriend." hoseok smirks a little as he speaks, "that too a dancer boyfriend. i know your likes."

     jungkook sighs, looks away. there is part of him which wants to consider it so bad.

❝he falls, he stands, he runs, but then
he falls again❞

―

     a/n: hope