After (Jikook version)

Chapter 17

"Why are you asking me this?" Jungkook glares at me.

"I don't know . . . because I have been nothing but nice to you, and you've been nothing but rude to me and here I actually thought at one point we could be friends," How stupid does that sound?My hand pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers while I wait for his answer.

"Us? Friends?" He laughs and throws up his hands. "Isn't it obvious why we can't be friends?"

"Not to me."

"Well, for starters you're too uptight—you probably grew up in some perfect little model home that looks like every other house on the block. Your parents probably bought you everything you ever wanted, and you never had to wait for anything. With your stupid ironed polos, I mean, honestly, who dresses like that at eighteen?" He says and my mouth falls open.

"You know nothing about me, you condescending jerk! My life is nothing like that! My alcoholic dad left us when I was ten,and my mother worked her ass off to make sure I could go to college. I got my own job as soon I turned sixteen to help with bills, and I happen to like my clothes, sorry if I don't dress like a bum like all the guys around you! For someone who tries so hard to stand out and be different, you sure are judgmental!" I scream and he balls his fists. I feel the tears well up in my eyes.I turn around to wipe them before he notices.

"You know what, I don't want to be friends with you anyway, Jungkook," I tell him and reach for the door handle. The vodka, which had made me brave, causes me to scream at Jungkook.

"Where are you going?" he asks.He is so unpredictable and moody.

"I'm going to the bus stop so I can go back to my room and never, ever come back here again. I am done trying to be friends with any of you."

"It's too late to take the bus alone." I spin around to face him.

"You are not seriously trying to act like you care if something happened to me." I laugh.I can't keep up with him.

"I'm not saying I do . . . I'm just warning you. It's a bad idea."

"Well, Jungkook, I don't have any other options. Everyone is drunk including myself." I say and then fell the tears start to come. I am beyond humiliated that Jungkook,out of all people, is seeing me cry again.

"Do you always cry at parties?" he asks and ducks his head a little, but with a small smile.

"Apparently, see these are the only two parties I've ever been to . . ." I reach the door again and open it.

"Jimin," he says so soft that I almost don't hear him. His face is unreadable. The room starts to spin again and I grab on to the dresser next to his door. "You okay?" he asks. I nod even though I feel nauseous again. "Why don't you just sit down for a few minutes, then you can go to the bus station."

I nod again. I walk out and once again he calls my name. "You can sit in here... I guess" He says and lets out a deep breath.

"I thought no one was allowed in your room," I state, then sit on the floor.

„"It won't happen again." He snaps. So he is back himself. I hiccup and he immediately warns,"If you throw up in my room . . ."

"I think I just need some water," I say and move to stand up.

"Here," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder to keep me down and handing me his red cup.

"I said water, not beer."

"It is water. I don't drink," he says. I make a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. There is no way Jungkook doesn't drink.I don't remember him taking a drink from the bottle of vodka, but still."Suprised?" He asks and I nod.

"You're not going to sit here and babysit,are you?" I really just want to be alone in my drunken state. I'm starting to feel guilty for yelling at Jungkook. "You bring out the worst in me," I murmur aloud, not quite meaning to.

"That's harsh," he says, his tone serious. "And yes, I am going to sit here and babysit you. You are drunk for the first time in your life, and you have a habit of touching my things when I'm not around." He says and takes a seat on his bed. I get up and grab the cup of water. Taking a sip, I can taste a hint of mint on the rim and can't help but think about how Jungkook's mouth would taste. God, I am never drinking again, I remind myself as I sit back down on the floor.

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