WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

forty nine.

taehyung's pov

that same night, hoseok and i laid on his bed watching our favorite disney movie. our scary movie marathon had ended and we needed some help falling asleep.

we giggled as maximus went after flynn rider. i held kookie close to my chest as i ate my strawberry ice cream.

the sudden buzzing of my phone had me scrambling to find it between the sheets.

jungkook's name was displayed on the screen.

i stopped smiling, contemplating whether i should answer him or not.

"who is it?" hoseok asked from beside me, peaking over my shoulder to look at my phone.

"it's jungkook. should i answer?"

"only if you want to. if he starts being rude again, hang up on him." hoseok suggested as he shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

i slid my finger to answer the call, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"hello?"

"h-hey!- listen, i'm-i'm sorry. i didnt mean it-hey! that's my fucking drink!"

my heart dropped to my stomach when i heard his voice. he was drunk.

"jungkook.. have you been drinking?" my voice didn't hide my disappointment.

"no! not really- i mean, maybe a drink or two- or five..."

hoseok was staring at me intensely, he had paused the movie. he looked at me worriedly when he heard what i had asked.

"jungkook, where are you exactly?" i wanted to cry.

"honestly, i have no f-fucking clue- one more please!"

"jungkook stop! just stop! send me your location please." my voice cracked at the end.

after struggling for ten more minutes, he finally shared his location with me.

"don't move, im coming to get you."