Often | JJK

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[Blue Jeans and Tears]

Jeongguk was completely stoned.

I absolutely didn't trust him and at that moment I had just the fear to die.

He drove as like a slalom course, causing nearly five incidents in ten minutes and his only reaction to my scares and screams was an irritating laugh, making me realize how not sober he really was.

He looked like a little kid, he had masculine but sweet features, his cheeky smile, and his almond-shaped eyes were shining under the moonlight of a starless night.

I was almost in shock, by the fact of what I was doing, with whom, where and when.

It seemed so wrong, I was almost going to call Travis.

But his happy smile told me otherwise.

Perhaps because I saw in his eyes drowned in alcohol, two pair of  eyes of the boy who had previously told me, to fuck off from his life.

It seemed like a war between life and death until I saw the car stopping in an unknown place and I didn't  hesitate to revive the word.

"May I know where the hell we are?!"

He extended his hand, to remove the belt, just to realize right after, that he didn't even have one, letting a chuckle out of his lips.

He ignored me completely, he was not interested in giving me an explanation, so as he got out from the car, I just followed him, leaving a snort from my lips.

He had a white shirt that showed off his tiny waist and ripped skinny jeans, which caressed his muscular thick legs. Hair covered with a gel so that his black hair could stay up, giving him that "fresh to death" look.

A symbol of youth and rebellion.

Style so simple, but I was forcing myself to not analyze every single detail of it.

He looked like James Dean.

We faced a big house surrounded by a fence, different from the other apartments around there for sure.

"Jeong-"

I couldn't end my sentence, that he reached the fence, being in less than few seconds on the other side, more precisely on a private property and I had the completely certain, that it wasn't his.

"Oh my god Jeongguk, what the hell are you doing!? This is not allowed!"

He appeared again on the top of the the fence, facing my shocked face, what made his cheeky smile become just wider.

He extended his hand towards me to take my arm, which I refused.

"You have serious problems."

He burst into a loud laughter.

"Do you have to have a stick up your ass for every single thing, Chee?"

I didn't try to hide my pissed face.

"No, this is stupid, I'm tired and you're drunk, so take me home and you can do whatever you want right after."

"Why are you always judging so fast? You don't even know what's behind this fence."

He lightly pouted, pointing behind him.

I wasn't judging, I didn't trust him sober and wouldn't have trusted him drunk for sure.

I knew, that he wasn't completely himself through the consumed alcohol, but the fact that he wanted me to cross the fence at dead of night after the argument with Taehyung was absolutely senseless.