Arguments Lead To Love (Discontinued) ✔️

7. Underage Jungkookie

Suga's POV

I woke up feeling bored today, but if we're being completely honest here, I always feel that way. Jungkook and I have been dating for 3 months now, and it hasn't been too bad aside from the constant habits of his that I have somehow picked up myself. One of them being waking up early, which I'm not a fan of, however I do it anyways just to make him happy. My 24th birthday passed by about a month ago, and when it did, Jungkook gifted me with a ring that said 'Yoongi and Jungkook' in it, carved and everything. I'm not one to often feel emotions so sensitively, but that hit pretty hard when I realized how much thought he put into the ring. Afterwards he told me that he spent a few hours waiting for them to complete it because he wanted it immediately, but he refused to tell me the price. However much it cost, it had to have been a lot. So now I've got one more ring to wear around. This one just may be the most important one. 

"Jungkookie!" I whined, sipping on a glass of sparkling water. The younger had been sitting at the kitchen counter writing a story on his laptop, perhaps about me, possibly not. He wouldn't tell. I walked up behind him smiling and he quickly shut his laptop, turning around to give a nervous smile at me, hoping I didn't see.

"Did you see any of that?" he asked hesitantly, his eyes scanning my face. I shook my head in honesty, the only thing I had seen being the white screen he was typing on. 
 
Jungkook sighed in relief, placing his hand, which appeared to be sweaty from all of the typing, on top of his cool laptop. 

"Anyways, do you need something?" he asked quietly, seemingly still nervous about me nearly seeing his screen. Whatever he was writing is either something he's not comfortable with talking about or about me. I didn't let the thought bug my mind, though.

"Actually, yes. Would you want to go to the bar?" I asked rather quickly. In fact, it was so quick that I forgot Jungkook was actually underage and could not attend. He was still 19 years of age. 

"Yoongi, did you notice anything wrong with your sentence?" Jungkook asked smartly, raising an eyebrow. I sighed and shook my head.

"Yeah.. yeah, I did." I said. But a thought, in which I probably shouldn't have been thinking, entered my mind. I suggested it.

"What if you went anyways but had a different age?" I smiled cleverly. Jungkook looked at me clueless, like I was an idiot. I did sound like one, I guess.

"A 'different age'? What the hell does that mean?" he asked, his eyes narrow in absolute confusion.

"Did I stutter? I meant that you could come to the bar with me and say you're older than you are. 22 or something." I restated in a way easier to comprehend. His glance cleared up a bit, understanding finally.

"Oh I see... so you want me to lie?" he asked. Is this all he was good for? Asking dumb questions?

Jungkook stood up and sighed.

"Alright, but if I end up getting caught, you're to blame. Don't make me regret this Min Yoongi!"

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Jungkook's POV


The bar smelled of musky old men, coats of cologne, shots of whiskey, mugs of beer, and glasses of numerous wines. Young ladies, a little older than me I presume, danced around, enticing and exciting men with the revealing outfits that barely covered their slim bodies. As I walked in, the obnoxious lights hanging from the ceiling and the walls lit up the bunches of signs and decorations on the wall, most of them hidden by large televisions mounted on the walls playing American sport games. Yoongi didn't look nearly as lost as I probably did as he made his way through the crowds of women and men. A few looked at me as if I was a child. 

Yoongi leaned in close and murmured to me, "Wine or beer?" I had never had a sip of either so I didn't have an immediate answer.

"Wine it is." Yoongi replied for me, walking up to the bar counter and leaning his arms on top of it.

"Two glasses of merlot wine." he snapped, the bartender expressionless as he poured the liquid into two tall glasses. Yoongi turned and handed me a glass, clinking his with mine.

"Drink up baby." he smiled a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with familiarity of this place. I held the glass up to my mouth but I didn't put my lips to the rim. My eyes peered down into the glass, eyeing the thick liquid that Yoongi had already drank half of. It looked like oil or something hazardous, and even though it wasn't, my mind made me think that I shouldn't drink it. Well, in all rights, I shouldn't. 

"What's the hold up?" Yoongi asked, looking at me dryly as the drink in my glass sat untouched.

"I can't drink this." I answered, looking at my boyfriend through the clear glass.

"Bullshit you can't. I want to see you chug it. Every last drop." Yoongi challenged, setting his now empty glass down beside him and crossing his legs to watch.

"Are you out of your mind Yoongi?" I scoffed. "But I'll  do it anyways, whatever." I rolled my eyes before putting my lips to the edge of the glass and tilting the glass upwards. Not even a second went by before the cold beverage slipped from the glass into my mouth and trickled down my throat like a waterfall trailing down a rock. I harshly swallowed the bitter tasting wine, coming to realize that Yoongi chose the worst one he could. That bitch.

As the drink continued to quickly make its way into my inexperienced body, I caught a glimpse of Yoongi and saw that he had a devilish smirk painted onto his face. My attention shifting back to my chugging, I finished the whole damn glass and wanted to throw up. I held my hand over my mouth in disgust but Yoongi didn't do anything other than give me another challenging look.

"Wow, so you're at least to level Rookie now. Think you can handle another one?"

"I'm not going to because I'm leaving." I stood up to leave but was stopped by Yoongi's hand pushing me back down to the seat.

"You aren't going anywhere. I want you to go up to that bartender, slap your hands onto the counter, and tell him you want a Belgian style beer. Now." Yoongi strictly ordered, like he was my rude father or something.

I shook my head but Yoongi's dark eyes told me I should do what he says. Slowly but surely I walked up to the counter and threw my hands onto the ice cold top of it, looking the bartender right in the eyes.

"I want a Belgian style beer." I ordered in an overly demanding tone that I could hear Yoongi snickering over. As I watched the man pour the beer into a mug, I rudely took it out of his hold and walked over to my seat. I sat down and held the mug to my mouth, quickly swallowing every bit of it until the only thing left was absolutely nothingness. Yoongi was now thoroughly impressed. Not because of how much I drank, because it honestly wasn't very much, but because of how much I drank for my age. May I remind you that I'm 19.

"Alright, alright. You're getting there."

"Yoongi." I asked, my voice a little shakier than before.

"Yes?" he asked cunningly, like he was a king sitting in front of all of his servants and detesting all of them one by one, picking out what he hated about every one of them and taking his sweet-ass time doing it.

"I'm going to be sick."