BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Don't I get a kiss? (Ksj) {fluff}

  Extremely unedited/ proof read. Warning: use of alcohol abuse and slight abuse in general.
                      
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Jin and you had been neighbors since you were a kid, and Jin practically watched you grow up. He watched you go from a wobbly four year old, to a beautiful eighteen year old woman. He never expected feelings to develope for you, though. Considering the minor age gap of nine years, and you considered him more of a brother figure than anything else. But as of lately, you weren't sure how you felt anymore.

It was a really cold winter night, and you had decided to go out with your boyfriend. You were extremely stubborn about the idea, but you got dressed, slathered your face in light make up and hopped into an Uber for a night out. You thought maybe you guys were going to go ice skating or maybe go to an arcade, but once you made it to his house you clicked your tongue in disapproval at the blaring music and crowd of people inside and out. You hopped out of the car and made your way inside, pushing through the warm and sweaty bodies, growling at whomever dare touch you until you finally found your boyfriend.

"Namjoon!" Namjoon turned around and smiled at you crookedly, wobbling over and leaning against your shoulder before placing a wet sloppy kiss to your cheek. Namjoon was a senior a senior in college, majoring in human relations and chemistry. He wasn't the type to have parties, he was actually pretty mellow. He typically only drank with a few friends and had you there for support the next day, seeing as you were a minor and neither of you wanted alcohol in your system.

But Namjoon was absolutely hammered tonight, maybe to celebrate his recent test score? Who knows. But, you wanted nothing to do with it. You gently grabbed Namjoons arm and pulled it away from you as he proceeded to shout "This is my girlfriend!" And got a number of whoops and whistles in response.

"Yes, yes baby I'm your girlfriend. Now I think you've had enough-"

"What's the rush baby? Come on, have a drink~" he pulled his hand away from you when you went to take the cup from his hand, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. You jerked your chin away and pushed at him gently, rubbing your temples as you sighed.

"Namjoon, please. You're drunk."

"Don't you want to be?" You froze in fear when arms came up to hold you from behind, hands grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. You watched as Namjoon smiled and brought the cups up to your lips and poured some of the alcoholic beverage in your mouth, placing his fingers against your throat and rubbing it gently, forcing you to swallow the burning liquid. Realization set in and you began kicking and screaming, tears streaming down your face as Namjoon dumped more liquid down your throat with a smile on his face. Once the cup was empty, the arms behind you let go and you fell to your knees, shoving your fingers down your throat but it was no use.

Once it got down, it wasn't coming back up.

You looked up at Namjoon, eyes full of tears and heart feeling heavy. You never knew he could be like this, but you never wanted it to happen again. You quickly stood to your feet and grabbed his shoulders, bringing your knee up to collide with his crotch. You didn't even wait for his reaction, you just ran out of the house as fast as you could and down the street, lungs burning as you filled them with cold air and thighs feeling like jelly.

Sooner or later you found yourself slowing down, the alcohol taking its toll and causing you to stumble over your own feet and your mind to go blurry. You didn't want to walk anymore, you didn't even want to move. But you were so close, almost crawling across the sidewalk and a small smile spreading to your flushed and tear stained face once a familiar house came into view.

But you just couldn't make it, knees scraping against the pavement as you finally fell to the ground, a puddle of drunken sobbing mess as you silently called for the only person you could think of.