love you so mad, love you so bad

section 11 - don't let go of our hands

After the show that night, there was a crazy party held at a bar nearby, and Jungkook, believe it or not, was getting drunk. Yeri didn't think he realized how many drinks he kept getting.

"Yeri-ah, did I ever tell you you're the hottest girl I've ever seen?" he yelled over the noise, throwing his arm around her.

She rolled her eyes. "You are not the Jeon Jungkook I'm the most familiar with."

"What?" he yelled again.

"Nothing!"

He reached around her and lifted her into his arms, and she screamed, pushing him. "Jeon! Stop! I'm wearing a short dress!"

"Yah, yah, calm down, maelyeog. I've got you."

It calmed her when he said that, but at the same time, she knew he was out of his normal mindset and would probably have no idea later what he had said and done. "No! Let me go and set me down, Jeon Jungkook!"

He finally set her down after she pushed him away and she brushed off the skirt of her dress.

After the party, he followed her back to the hotel and into her room, grabbing her face and kissing her hard. His hand trailed down her spine, giving her the chills, and he actually put his hand. On. Her. Backside.

Her eyes widened in extreme surprise as he continued to kiss her. They said drunk actions equaled sober thoughts, so was that supposed to mean that he normally wanted to grab her butt?

He was a guy, Yeri would give him that, but omo..... she couldn't hold back laughing a little. Jungkook bit her bottom lip and tugged at it a little with his teeth, then met his lips with hers again. He was being so risky and she wasn't sure if she really liked it or didn't.

He whispered in her ear, also giving her the chills, making her body shiver. His breath smelled like alcohol. "All I'm thinking about is you right now, Kim Yerim." He kissed her ear, then his mouth made its way down to her jawline, then her neck. Her body shivered once more, making her feel a bit of euphoria, almost, but then she decided the best thing to do was to push Jungkook off before things got too far and they regretted it later.

"Kookie, stop," she told him, pushing him away. "You should just try to get some sleep."

He was so drunk he couldn't stop laughing hysterically, out of his mind. He collapsed on the bed, rolling onto his side. "Ah, Yeri. I feel so good."

"You won't later," she commented, pushing him so he laid straight and picking his head up to lay a pillow under it. She covered him with the sheets. "Go to sleep, Jungkook. I'm sick of your idiocy tonight." She was so angry with him. She felt bad in a way, but mostly she was just angry that he got so drunk and he was acting crazy and weird and he never got drunk. It was, again, so unlike him.

"Why are you acting like you hate me?" he asked, with a pouty face.

"I don't hate you, JK. I love you so much. You're just being dumb right now and it's annoying. You realize you're drunk right now, right? And you're in my bed. Not your own. If you were sick of something I would happily give up my bed for you but instead, you're totally drunk and now Seulgi and I have to find somewhere else to sleep."

He didn't respond, just staring up at her. She cupped his cheek in her palm, skimming her thumb over it. "But I love you just as much anyway." Yeri leaned down and placed a gentle, soft kiss of Jungkook's forehead and then another one on the top of his nose, pushing his hair back away from his forehead. "Goodnight, Jungkook," she mumbled as he already began to drift off, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted like he was already asleep.

She walked out of the room, pulling the door up and bumped into Seulgi accidentally, gasping. "Sorry," she said. "Get your stuff out of there quietly and move out here into the main room with me. Jungkook is asleep in there."

Seulgi nodded and quickly and quietly made her way in and out of the room, pulling the door almost shut again behind her.

He would definitely have a hangover the next morning, which she was not looking forward to.

*

Jungkook shuffled into the kitchen the morning after, holding his head and his eyes squinted so they were almost shut. He groaned and opened the fridge, scanning for anything he wanted. The girls giggled from the main room, watching him drag himself around lazily.

"Do you need any help or anything?" Yeri called, still laughing a little.

He whipped his head around to look at her, then realizing that all of them had been out there the whole time watching him without him knowing. "Oh. Good morning, Yerim. I didn't see you there." He looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "No, I guess I don't need any help. I just need some pain relief medication for the headache I have."

Yeri got up, going into one of the cabinets and pulling out two pills for him, placing them in his palm. "Thank you," he said, bowing towards her, then downing them with some water he'd pulled out of the fridge.

She walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his stomach, laying her head on his chest. "Please don't ever get drunk like that again."

"I won't, nae jagiya. I promise." He breathed out, resting his cheek on her head. "I feel horrible." He paused, thinking. "And don't say 'I told you so'. Because I know. You were right, like always."

She smiled, looking up at him. He looked back down at her, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"That reminds me," Yeri said, "do you remember yourself last night? And what you were doing?"

"What was I doing?" he asked innocently.

Oh, no.

She was hoping she wasn't going to have to explain it to him.

"Well....," she started, "you followed me back here directly after the party at about two in the morning, into my room and starting kissing me over and over, and you were being naughty and not at all like the Jungkook I'm used to. You touched....." She covered her mouth with her hand, smirking and trying so hard not to laugh. "You touched my butt, Jungkook."

His jaw dropped, eyes wide. "No. Oh, Yeri, I'm so, so sorry," he said, bowing continuously. "That's so bad of me, I'm sorry. As you know, I wasn't myself last night."

Yeri laughed. "It's okay, Kookie. You were drunk, and you are in fact a man. I get it."

He hugged her, whispering, "I won't do it again for a long time."

"What is that supposed to mean? Until we get married?"

"Until we'll married for a while I won't even touch you there or anywhere near, I promise."

He was so funny.

"Okay, Kook. Let's see how long that lasts."

"Yerim! I said I promise!" he called after her as she ran into the other room, and he chased after her.

She laughed hysterically as he grabbed her and she screamed, kicking to get out of his grasp. "Stop, you're going to kick me in the wrong place!" he yelled, laughing.

"Then we'll be even!"

He gasped. "No! I did nothing compared to that. I didn't hurt you."

"You're not supposed to touch my butt," she sang, jumping onto the bed.

"Oh, yeah? Who says that?" he shot back, reaching for her but trying not to get kicked at the same time.

"Who says I can't kick you in the wrong place?"

"Everyone!" he said, begging, "Please don't. I don't deserve it."

She sat up and grabbed his face, squishing his cheek as she pulled him in for a kiss, their mouths colliding.

She could only see herself with that man, and no one else.