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Yoongi's POV

"Jungkook, I think you've had enough. Let's go back now."

"Nuuu, Yoooongi-hyuuung. I wan moooore."

"No, Jungkook, you're already wasted enough. I don't need you getting drunker than you currently are."

"But hyuuuuung-"

"No. I said no and that's final. I'm going to bring you back to the car so that Jin can drive us back one way or another." Jungkook perked up at that.

"Seokjin-hyung? Nu! Nu Seokjin-hyung!" he screamed, his arms flailing as I tried to get a hold of him. As the struggle progressed, I considered my options.

· Let him get drunk 'til he passes out

· Let him tire himself out 'til he passes out

· Somehow get Jin to help me

· Knock him out

With a sigh, I realized that letting him get drunker was not an option. It would be nearly impossible to try and get Jin without losing Jungkook in the process, and Jungkook didn't seem anywhere near tired. It seems that knocking him out would be my only option.

Looking around the pub, the only things that I could find that could potentially be used to knock Jungkook out were bottle upon bottle of alcohol. With a huff, I asked the bartender for a bottle. He barley gave us a second glance the moment he saw Jungkook and told me that the bottle would be on the house. I nodded at him and winding my hand back, brought the bottle down on the back of Jungkook's head, effectively knocking him unconscious.

The bartender saw the unconscious Jungkook in my arms and came around the corner to help me. Together, we managed to heave him onto my back.

Once that had been accomplished, I turned to thank the bartender. He seemed to be a pretty nice kid and seemed to be about Jimin's age.

"Oh, it's alright. This happens quite a lot so I understand. I'm Taehyung, by the way. Kim Taehyung." I nodded in response.

"Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Yoongi. Min – well, actually, now it's technically Jeon but whatever," I realized with a huff. "How old are you? Twenty?"

"Yeah, actually. How did you know?" I shrugged.

"I have a friend that's your age. You seemed to be about his age. I'm your hyung." Taehyung nodded and tried the name on his tongue. After hearing him say "Yoongi-hyung" a few times, I remembered the unconscious body on my back.

"Well, anyway, I should probably go and get Jungkook home, now." This shook (JUNGSHOOK) Taehyung out from his reverie.

"Right, of course. Oh, and here's my phone number. Dial me if you need any help with Kookie. We're old friends and we go waaaay back." I nodded and accepted the small slip of paper that was given to me. A name – Kim Taehyung – was written in neat handwriting as well as a string of numbers.

With a final goodbye, Jungkook and I – well, really only I – made our way back to Jungkook's car where Jin stood, awaiting our arrival.

Seeing Jungkook on my back, Jin gave a huff and tch of disappointment. He swiftly made our way towards us and easily lifted the ridiculously heavy weight known as Jeon Jungkook from my back and shoulders.

Moving towards the car, Jin just about tossed Jungkook into the car's backrow as I plopped myself down. Jin then made his way around the car to the driver's seat.

Once the car had been started up and warmed, we started to make our way to – I assume – wherever Jungkook lives.

A few minutes into the drive, Jin asked me a sudden question.

"Hey, Yoongi, did you guys have any sort of conversation when Jungkook was still conscious?"

"Uh, yeah? I mean, he's just drunk; it's not like Jungkook just magically becomes mute when he gets drunk." Jin laughed softly at that comment.

"I guess that was kind of a stupid question. Let me rephrase it. Did Jungkook say anything about me?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Yeah? Well, not really, but when I mentioned that I was going to take him back to you so that you could drive us home one way or another, Jungkook kind of just, like, lost it. He kept screaming 'No! No Seokjin-hyung!' which I guess is kind of weird because he called you 'Seokjin' and not 'Jin' like he usually does. Why, is there something going on?" I could practically feel the tense atmosphere in the car as Jin started to mutter curses under his breath.

"No, nothing is going on. It doesn't mean anything, he just tends to forget his teenage tendencies to call me by my nickname instead of my full name when he gets drunk. There's nothing for you to worry about." Although I was having a strange suspicion that something was going on between the two from Jin's slightly extensive explanation, I kept quiet and merely hummed in response.

First the conversation in the bathroom with Jungkook, then Jungkook's small tantrum in the bar, and now Jin's very-suspicious-overly-extensive explanation. Something is definitely wrong with this scene.

"What is it that you guys know that I don't?" I whispered out loud unintentionally.

"Hmm? What was that, Yoongi?" Noticing my mistake, I quickly retaliated.

"Nothing, just voicing my thoughts." Jin hummed in response.

"Well if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me. Feel free to come to me at any time." I nodded, though Jin wouldn't have seen it with the terrible lighting within the car.

But this "something" that's bothering me isn't something that I can talk to you about.

Because I think that that "something" is you.

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And that's a wrap! Two updates because why not. *Gasp!* Both of these were almost 1k words each! Might not seem a lot to you, but it sure is quite a number to me! :P