Often | JJK

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Author's POV

It was about eleven o'clock and he found himself faking a laugh in Barney's filthy garage, refraining from telling him that his fucking joke literally sucks. It wasn't a perfect group of friends, those toxic friends sitting in every corner of the town weren't even friends for him.

Basically he hated everyone, expect for few persons. Everyone was focused on a different girl, Jeongguk, on the other hand, was just sprawled in a corner of the sofa waiting for the damn blonde that they promised him. In practice he was the only one without a slut.

Thomas Bradge took a seat on the sofa next to him with a decently looking blonde on his lap.

Jeongguk hoped that the friend's girl was worth as much as she was.

He slowly swallowed the liqueur he had in the red glass, staring fiercely at the smoke around them.

"It's a fucking shitty night."

The attention rested on him. He didn't even   realize he was thinking aloud. "I wouldn't say it." Bradge intervened rolling his eyes. "It's going well, your problem is that you don't have a whore to distract you with, Jeon."

"Excuse me?" The girl on his lap shouted. Now he's fucking screwed, thought Jeongguk.

"Not you, I didn't  mean that. " He muttered trying to put his tongue back in her mouth, but she refused.

"Oh yes, he meant that, he called you slut. You know, little fucker, isn't he?" He smirked.

"Shut up Jeongguk!" He received a grim look from the boy, who once he  crossed his eyes, Jeongguk could immediately see a bit of insecurity in him.

"Otherwise?" He growled staring at him.

"If not, I'll kick your ass". He said in an insecure voice. Jeongguk didn't  know whether to laugh at him or break his face directly, but when he put the glass on the table to get up, Jimin called him back.

"Jeongguk, don't get your hands dirty."  He looked at him, and although he would have like to pull off Thomas's balls just because he thought he was brave enough to mess with him , he tried to calm down and took a fifty bill from the table.

He kneeled in front of it and rolled the bill until a small tube was formed, approaching it to his nose and inhaling the white powder on the aluminum foil placed in the middle of the table.

He immediately felt the adrenaline in his veins and all along his back, sighing heavily he threw himself on the sofa again under the watchful eyes of all, after he told them to fuck off one by one, while they shook their heads and kept talking about their business.

Jimin came closer to him, patting his back, just to copy him right after.

"Where the fuck is Taehyung?"

Barney's irritating face stood in front of Jeongguk's, waiting for the answer to his question.

Jeongguk took his second cigarette between his rosy lips, squaring the guy in front of him carelessly, holding back the urge to punch him for opening the subject.

For a moment Cher's face appeared in his thoughts, he didn't resent her, he didn't hate her, but it was the fact that she naively had the power to change Taehyung, to separate them, making him feel lonely, that scared him.

Taehyung was like a brother to him, two lost pearls that used each other as lifelines. They were alone, but together.

Taehyung was supposed to come today, it was something that they had started together and that they had to finish together, he had left him standing  between those junkies, he knew how much he hated them.