It's Mr Jeon Jungkook to You

You like to drink?

A/N: Before you begin, I apologise for you having to read this with possible mistakes. I live in the UK and it's HOT here for us. We are all slowly melting into crumpets. So the heat is making me VERY TIRED. But I also wanted to put something up tonight so bam. here u go.

please try to enjoy.

Y/N POV

It's Friday night. I'm not going to do all the math questions Jungkook gave me when I could be at my cousin, Hoseok's house, drinking a bit too much.

I change my clothes and redo my makeup so it seems as if I made an effort, and then rush out of the door. It's going to take a lot of alcohol to try to forget about Jungkook. I shake my head in an effort to stop the memory of Jungkook's hand on my thigh coming back to the forefront.

I arrive after a 15 minute walk. Hoseok doesn't live too far from me. He invited me, but it's mostly just a party for his friends. I knock on the door and two seconds later it violently swings open.

"Oh it's Y/N!"
The exclamation comes from Hoseok himself, and he drags me into the house by the wrist before I can back out.

"So, Y/N, how are you doing?" he asks

"I've been better. My teacher gave me a load of work to do so-"

"Don't worry." he says, as he hands me a shot, "I've got you covered." I laugh. My laugh is interrupted by the one person I both didn't and did want to see. Across the room I see Jeon Jungkook. Of all people. I quickly down the shot.

"Who's that?" I ask, feigning ignorance. I look away from Jungkook and back to Hoseok.

"Oh, that's Jungkook. We met at the gym last month and now we work out together. Why? Are you into him?" Hoseok raises and lowers his eyebrows suggestively.

"You could say that. I'm gonna need a few more shots."

"I can get you those."
A familiar voice. Jungkook. He moves quick.
I spin around.

"What are you doing stood there then? Go get them." I retort. He grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, where he starts pouring shots.

"I didn't think you were the kind of girl to drink." he commented.

"And I didn't think you were a party person. Guess we both were wrong."
He hums in agreement.

"Hoseok looked upset when I originally said no. He said I should get out more." he explained.

"Hoseok is right."

"Careful." he threatens, shooting a look at me. I take both the shots he poured, probably intended as one for each of us, and drink them both. He laughs and fills the glasses up again.
"Pace yourself. I don't want to have to carry you home." he commands, and then leaves a pause before deciding to torture me, " I thought I gave you questions to do tonight. Why aren't you doing them hmm?"

"If I was at home doing math, who'd be here to entertain you?"

"Touché."

Jungkook is dressed in all black, which suits his dark hair perfectly. You look at him for a second, while he does a shot, but he notices.

"Three shots in and you're already checking me out. I'm flattered."

"I'm not checking you out. You're my teacher. I don't check out teachers."
He looks mad that I mentioned this fact, but it's an important one to remember.

"So, if I do this," he starts, and then looks me slowly up and down, "that's not checking you out?"

"Well that's much slower than I did it. Also, I was just looking at your outfit." As I say this, he rolls his eyes.

"Y/N, you're an awful liar."

"That's not true. I said you weren't scary and you believed it." I say, jokingly. He just chuckles deeply.

"Do you fancy going somewhere quieter to talk? It's getting hard to hear you in here." Jungkook asks, while turning the bottle of vodka in circles on the countertop.

"As long as you bring the vodka."
I lead the way as I know more of Hoseok's house than he does. Hoseok won't mind me using a spare room. He also has locks on the doors which are useful for when you want to have a conversation without people barging in.

"A bedroom huh? Are you trying to hint at something?" he teases. He must had already started drinking before I got here. Deciding that I won't be able to deal with these comments without drinking more, I grab the bottle out of his hand and take a swig.

This might be a long night.