Childish | Jungkook

Chapter 15

"Pass me the damn booze, sissies. I'm about to wreak havoc in this house!"

Hoseok was whooping louder than the music that was blasting inside the club as the young teachers who were near the counter he was standing on roared with cheers, firing him up more to dance.

Yoongi suddenly emerged from the crowd and stepped up to the exuberant man to pull him by the arm, trying to save his ass from wreaking havoc in himself.

"Yah, you better slow down on the 'booze' if you don't want to plunge into another existential crisis again," he nagged as Hoseok let himself be pulled down from the bar counter.

"This time I'll be fine, hyung," Hoseok chuckled, putting an arm around Yoongi's shoulders. "My children won! If I don't celebrate, I might as well be labeled 'Ho-suck teacher'."

"Well, you better mind how much you drink," the older one sighed before walking away to join his friends who were sitting in the lounge area to chill, leaving the orange haired man to hype up those who were dying to party.

I giggled to myself as I watched him shout along to the song with his glass of beer raised, the others chanting after him.

"Shot glasses!"

"Sipping!"

"Link arms!"

"Tipping!"

"Wow, he sure is full of energy, huh?" Jisoo chuckled beside me before taking a sip from her cocktail.

I took a sip from mine before singing, "He isn't called 'J-Hope' for nothing."

"Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass ay! Everyone fall, fall, fall into this crazy artist!" Hoseok continued bellowing out the lyrics to the song, dancing mindfully not to spill his beer on the dance floor. "One shot! Two shots!"

This guy's bursting with excitement...

I smiled to myself at his liveliness before turning my attention back to the girls sitting with me in the lounge.

"Do you guys see the principal anywhere?" Joy spoke up, her eyes scanning the whole area.

"He went back home," Jisoo chortled, brushing her hair before grabbing her fifth glass of beer. "Even the mention of alcohol would pique his wife so he lives snubbing liquor. Poor man..."

"You mean, poor your liver," I snorted, pointing at her glass. "How much are you going to drink? And how are you still sober??"

"Who said I was?" She convulsed with laughter. "On a scale of 'let's get it' to 'let's fucking get this bread, biatch', I'm probably on 'let's get this freaking breadstick, my homie'. Almost everything seems funny to me now... Even that fork on that french fries looks ridiculous"

She took the item before bursting into laughter as Joy and I stared at her with wonder.

"Well at least you're full of joy and not existential crisis," I said, earning a 'yes' from the girl in front of me.

"Oh, come on, party poopers, let's go dance!" Jisoo abruptly stood up and pulled the two of us by our arms, trying to drag us to the dance floor. "We're here to shake off a whole week of stress! We should at least bust some moves."

"Well then." Joy slipped past her and skipped to the dance floor on her own.

"I can't bust moves," I whined, pulling backwards.

Jisoo heaved a sigh, loosening her grip on my wrist. "Then just move your tushy."

"I don't want to move my tushy!"