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83: First Love

"Hyung,"

Jungkook slides open the door and steps out into the cold morning air. It was still dark, perhaps around five o clock in the morning. Jungkook hadn't been able to sleep. Too much had happened for him to be able to lie and down and forget it all. He'd supposed some fresh air and water could be able to calm this nervous brimming sensation within him that had built up over the night's events but it was like waking from a nightmare. One couldn't fall asleep without the fear. Except this nightmare was not within his mind but all around him. He couldn't fall asleep knowing that he may never wake up.

However, when he'd stepped out of the abode he hadn't expected to have company. A bottle of whisky in one hand as he views the night sky like a watch dog, Min Yoongi sits silently with himself with the peace of the night about him. Jungkook presses his lips together, reminded of his sudden dispute with Yoongi that had led to a dire situation. He needed to clear this up as well in order to clear his mind.

Yoongi doesn't turn or acknowledge him. Jungkook takes the silence as a consent as he sits down soundlessly beside Yoongi. He glances at the older man a little anxiously, hands in his lap. Yoongi doesn't look at him looking out in front of him as he presses the neck of the bottle to his lips. He lets out a satisfied sigh as he finally pulls away.

Realizing that Yoongi isn't going to make any move, Jungkook exhales deeply as he leans back looking forward as well. "I'm sorry," he says gently. His voice is the only thing to be heard in this strangely silent but comforting night. However the soundless response from Yoongi leads Jungkook to believe that either he hadn't heard him or it didn't deter him. He supposed it was the latter. "I'm sorry," Jungkook repeats more clearly. "I...I was really hurt and I wanted to blame someone. I know you never mean any harm its just..." Jungkook's lips tremble. "I didn't expect her to say something like that."

Yoongi takes another swig before handing it wordlessly to Jungkook. Jungkook stares at the offer in surprise and a little reluctantly. Yoongi smirks a little amused at the boy's hesitance.

"Me?"

"You're 21 aren't you?" He states simply. He holds it out more insistently towards Jungkook and Jungkook takes it slowly, a little confused. Was this Yoongi's way of fixing their friendship? He didn't really know what to expect by Yoongi but he didn't want to disappoint him so obediently Jungkook took a sip. He winces at once, swallowing it with much distaste as Yoongi's grin widens with humour. "Friendship is...Irish Bomb," Yoongi states with a sort of monkey grin like it was his own inside joke with himself.  Jungkook furrows his brows, unsure if he'd heard the man correct. Was he already drunk?

I just wanna go to sleep.

Jungkook opens his eyes a little wider, looking to the side. Had he heard something?

"What did she say?" Yoongi says suddenly, catching Jungkook off guard. Jungkook turns to Yoongi surprised, mind in a tumble with thoughts. He closes his mouths, focusing on Yoongi and repeating what he'd just said. Oh. He'd no doubt want to know what caused his sudden anger. He rubs the bottle nervously. " 'You only like me because I'm the last girl alive,' " he repeats in a sombre tone. Yoongi glances at Jungkook from the corner of his eye, judging the man's lack of energy and disappointment. He pretends to not feel a little pity for the boy as he stares at a point in front of him.

"And?" Yoongi prods. "Do you?"

"Of course not!" Jungkook answers promptly a little indignant. "I don't even know why she would think that, it's completely unfair."

Yoongi lets the boy's words sink into the air, giving him a chance to reflect. He sits upon that argument himself with a own sort of mild curiousity. Leaning back on his arms Yoongi licks his lips, tasting the alcohol dissolving there.