Taekook Oneshots

Drunk in Love

Jungkookie, Jungkookie. You're so attractive, you know? It's so hard for me to pretend to just be your friend. I looooovvvveeeee you, Jungkookie.

I wake up disorientated, as memories of Taehyung confessing his feelings for me resurface in my mind. He was drunk last night, I know that much. And we somehow managed to get to my house, at some point during the night. But what happened to us both when we got here?

What did I do?

Or rather, what did we do?

I look over, trying to figure out if my first suspicions are true, and my heart drops into my abdomen at the sight of him lying next to me, still innocently asleep. For a moment, I'm panicking, thinking that I'm right. But then I see that he's wearing PJs, and that there's no sign of discomfort in his sleeping expression.

I sigh, getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen, getting him a drink of water and some painkillers. If I'm right, he'll need the both of them. He definitely had a little too much last night. And now I have to pick up the pieces.

Maybe it would be best if I didn't tell him about that whole situation. He might not even remember. He could've meant that in a platonic way. And I don't want to lose my best friend, even if I have feelings for him. They'd never be returned anyway, so what would be the point of hopeless dreaming?

He's half awake by the time I return, and the sound of the door gently closing seems to bring him to full consciousness. For a moment, he's blinking, just as confused as I was when I woke up, then he's leaning forward, hands flying to his throbbing head as it begins to ache. "Fucking hell, how much did I drink?" he mumbles, voice slightly hoarse and strained.

"A little too much, I think," I respond, even though I know it was a rhetorical question. "How are you feeling?" He glances up at me through blurry eyes, smiling in relief at the sight of the water and painkillers in my hand.

"Like shit," he says bluntly, and I laugh a little, giving him both items and watching as he takes them eagerly, a grateful gleam in his eyes.
"I figured that you would," I comment, sitting carefully on the bed over the covers. "How much do you remember from last night? If anything?"

His eyes widen, and I hold up a hand, before he begins to panic. "Nothing happened. You didn't have sex with anyone, as far as I know, and you didn't do anything too stupid. I just wanted to know, that's all."
"I just remember getting upset and wanting to drink away the pain," he mumbles suddenly, and I glance over at him.

"Upset? Why would you have been upset?" I ask, genuinely not having a clue, and he shrugs, shifting slightly and wincing as the world spins around him.
"Did we have an argument or something? Did I argue with anyone at all, actually?"
"I don't think so," I respond, "you didn't tell me anything about any argument or any disagreement at all. And I think I'd have remembered arguing with you. But I don't."

He nods in understanding, cursing at the pain this movement causes, and I chuckle a little. "Stay in bed a little longer, hyung. I don't think it's sensible to get up straight away. Do you want me to get you anything at all?"
"I'm okay, I think," he says after a few seconds, and I get up to leave, only for him to grab my wrist and tug on it. "Actually, can I have some more water?"

I smile warmly at him. "Of course, gimme a second," I say instantly, rushing back into the kitchen and refilling the glass, returning within the minute. His face brightens ever so slightly, still a little dopey from being asleep, and he thanks me quietly, drinking the whole glass down in moments.

"Do you want me to get you some more?" I ask, laughing a little. He nods guiltily, and I run back over to the kitchen with the glass in my hand, filling up the biggest jug I have and rushing it back over to Tae, before returning to the kitchen and filling three glasses to the brim with water.