My Delinquent|tk

8| thaaaaaankkkssss, officerrr, duuuudeee

Taehyung—

"You have proof that this young man didn't start the fight?" The officer questioned me, notepad in one hand, and coffee in the other. I nodded, and pulled out my phone. Quickly, I thumbed through my gallery and brought up the video of Sang Chul making the first swing. The cop nodded, and jotted the video in his notes. Pocketing the notepad, the officer headed back to the small cell where Jungkook was held in and unlocked the door. "You're lucky, kid," the man said shaking, the still wasted, Jungkook. "If you were a few years younger, you'd get a fine for underaged drinking."

Jungkook grinned widely, "thaaaaaankkkssss, officerrr, duuuudeee." I rolled my eyes, and made my way over to help support the younger on his feet. "You better sober up on the walk home, or I'm smacking you with my shoes," I threatened him. "You're cuteeee," the latter replied, words slurring. I blinked, trying to ignore the skip in my heart. "Let's go home, you," I muttered, gruffly. I nodded at the police officer, as we waddled out of the station.

We continued to walk for a bit more, until I got tired after carrying most of the younger's weight for half a mile. "All of these useless muscles," I groaned, leaning back on a bench, wearily. "You know, Taehyung...I don't really hate you..." My head whipped up, as I stared at Jungkook wide-eyed. He was still obviously intoxicated, so this confession might not mean anything; yet drunk words were sober thoughts, as they say. I scooted in my seat, so I was sitting closer to the other male. "Then why are you always so mean to me?" I asked, wondering if he would answer.

"It's because you're the first person who's seen me for what I am," Jungkook hiccupped. He giggled, like a child, and grinned widely at nothing. "You're the first person to really care...you...you're the first person who wants to help me." I edged closer, feeling my heart race at an inhumanly pace. I was finally making some progress! "What do you need help with, Jungkook?" The aforementioned turned his head to look at me in the eyes. "My heart," he answered, simply. "But there's no way you would love me for me...you...you...just...it's all pity. You don't love me." The younger's head began to droop, and I had to catch his shoulders, before he fell forward. "Come on, let's get you back," I urged, trying to get him on his feet. "I'll fix your heart, Jungkook. I'll find a way. Don't worry."

"That's what I worry about," Jungkook mumbled, drowsily, as we started to continue our wobbly trek back to the dorms. "I don't want you to help me." I rolled my eyes, as a sign of the regular Jeon Jungkook slowly started to come back. "Oh great, you're getting sober," I muttered. "Noooooo, I'm still druuuuuunnnk!" The younger sang, under his breath. Sighing, I readjusted his heavy arm over my shoulder. "How am I going to explain this to Jimin when we get back?" Jungkook giggled, "the midjet? He's fuuunnnnyyyyy!" Huffing, I wrapped an arm around the latter's waist, for a better grip. "He'd kill you if he heard that." My statement was followed after with breathy laughs and hiccups.

"How much did you even drink to get this drunk?" I grumbled, once the dorm buildings were in sight. "I don't rememberrrrr. Bad day." I stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk, but managed to straighten back up on my feet. I really hate having to carry people. Especially intoxicated people. Sighing, I managed to drag Jungkook into the lobby of my dorm building, and pull him into the elevator, shooting a too wide smile at the onlookers. Damn you, Jeon Jungkook, getting wasted instead of coming to see me, and talk! My door is always open to him, and yet he won't take it! I still have yet to figure out what to do with him.

I pulled Jungkook out of the elevator, and dragged him down the hall to my dorm. The younger had conveniently forgotten his keys and couldn't seem to remember where his room was. I sighed, wondering how I was going to explain all of this to Jimin.

Once we neared my room, I leaned Jungkook against the wall, and reached into my pocket for my keys. As I was unlocking the door, the aforementioned draped himself over me, throwing his arms over my shoulders, and hugging me from behind. Startled, I elbowed his chest, making him release a small grunt. "Don't scare me like that!" I exclaimed, before pushing the door open. "Sowwwyyy!" The younger giggled, clutching onto me, like I was a life preserver and he was in the middle of the ocean. I dragged us both inside my dorm, and managed to shut the door with a kick of my foot.

Painstakingly, I lugged the heavy boy to my bed, and pushed him onto the mattress, where he sat, staring at me blankly. "Wooooowwww, Taehyungggg, I didn't know you had this side to you," Jungkook mumbled, eyeing my stomach, making me hug my middle, self-consciously. "That's not my intention!" I squeaked, embarrassed. "Really? Because, it looks like you're inviting me," the younger replied, grinning slightly. Huffing, I bent down to unlace his boots and yanked them off his feet. "Take off your jacket and go to sleep," I ordered, as I stood up.

Surprisingly, the latter obeyed, and shrugged off his jacket, before lying down on his back, and closing his eyes. A small smile rose on my lips, as I looked down upon the peaceful, sleeping, face of Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, I preferred this Jungkook over the sober one. This side of Jungkook was more open and cooperative, and he actually smiled way more often. Sure, most of his actions were influenced by alcohol, but it was nice to know that he could laugh, even it means having to be intoxicated.

Shaking my head, I headed back to the hallway, that led to the door, and placed his boots, neatly, next to mine. As I headed towards the small kitchen, I pulled out my phone, discovering that Jimin had texted that he'd be staying at Yoongi's apartment. A smirk tugged at my lips, as I put two and two together. Ah, so they're dating now, huh?

Once, I grabbed a glass of water, I returned to my bed, staring at Jungkook. I placed the glass of water and two painkillers on the nightstand, next to the younger's head, trying to be as quiet as can be. I sighed through my nose, as I replayed what he'd said earlier about needing love to heal his heart. In a way, it made sense. There was a hole and he needed someone to fill it up. He was broken and he needed to be fixed. I can see why the sober Jungkook would never admit to this. Why would the big bad boy need someone to heal his shattered heart? That's not what tough guys do. No, no, no.

I know the problem, I know what he needs to fix it. But, I don't know how to fix it. I doubt Jungkook has a secret crush on anybody, and there were plenty of girls that he'd always reject. So, what could I do? I sat, heavily, on Jimin's bed, frowning deeply. It was frustrating, not knowing what to do next. How do I help him, now? I felt like I just descended deeper into another confusing path.

A sudden yell broke my thoughts, as Jungkook flailed around on my bed. I rushed to his side, and shook his shoulders. "Hey! Jungkook, are you okay? Wake up!" I continued to shake and yell at him to open his eyes, but nothing was working. Not knowing what to do, I climbed into the bed beside the younger, and wrapped my arms around his torso. He stilled almost instantly, with only the occasional shudder. I blinked, surprised that this worked.

"Did you just need someone to hold you this whole time?"

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Yeah, I'm sorry about not updating lately. School work has been keeping me busy :(

AND

I KNOW I'M LATE, BUT IDOL WAS A FRICKIN BOP AND I LOVED EVERY SINGLE SONG ON THE ALBUM AND I AM SO SAD THAT I DIDN'T GET TICKETS FOR THE WORLD TOUR, BUT MY LOVE FOR BANGTAN WILL NEVER GO AWAY, SOOOO THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME ;)

Ahem...so what's your favorite song on the album? Mine is I'm Fine :)

-Author-nim