Hustlers || Taekook

Chapter 14

Me: hey
Me: are you busy?

J: Nope, just got off work for the up?

Me: taehyung's working and an unemployed deadbeat like myself is bored and doesn't have anything to do
Me: wanna go get food or something?

J: Sure thing! I am always up for food fuck yeah
J: Your treat? :)

Me: yeah sure

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"We're piss-drunk, and it's only two in the afternoon." Jungkook stated a little unnecessarily, as, yes, they were drunk, and yes, it was two in the afternoon, that much was obvious. They'd ended up at a bar instead of getting food like originally planned, although Jungkook wasn't surprised at all.

"Yes, we are." Jinwoo nodded sagely, regarding the vodka nestled in his hand thoughtfully, taking a small sip. Jungkook felt his head spin, downing a glass of water to try and settle it.

"God, why is my life like this?" Jungkook muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple and rubbing it in slow circles. Jinwoo laughed empathetically, raising his glass to Jungkook in a mockery of a toast and finishing his drink in one go, making a face and sighing, body sinking back against the bar counter like all the air had rushed out of him at once.

"Here we are, in the prime of our youth, nursing alcohol just a little past noon. The life. You're like- what, twenty, twenty one? The mid-life crisis has sure set in pretty quick." Jinwoo remarked with a half grin and Jungkook snorted, running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp with light fingers. He got up and Jinwoo followed suit, wordlessly agreeing on leaving the bar to go take a walk around, clear their heads a little.

"Forgive my mid-life crisis. Drinking in the day isn't kind on me. Brings out the inner melodrama." Jungkook replied dryly, grinning as Jinwoo laughed, smiling knowingly as they stepped out onto the chilly streets.

"Oh I think I know what it is that's really bringing out the melodrama and those depressing words. A certain friend of ours, by any chance?" Jinwoo drawled, snickering as Jungkook groaned heartily and slapped a hand over his face, feeling irritation and frustration flicker in his chest.

"Shit. I don't wanna think about him." Jungkook mumbled into his hand and Jinwoo tilted his head towards Jungkook, arching an eyebrow.

"But he's clearly been on your mind this whole time. Go on, let it out. What happened this time?" Jinwoo prompted, still smiling slightly and Jungkook sort of regretted leaving the bar already. He drew in a deep breath in preparation for his brief rant and ignored Jinwoo's amused grin.

"He just- fuck I don't even know anymore. He was fine and joking around and shit and then- ugh, I just don't know. I feel like he's mad at me sometimes and I have no idea why and I want to be angry at him because I haven't done anything wrong and this isn't really fair but... When he looked at me like that, without saying anything I felt- I felt like I'd done something to him, and I had to apologise and make amends somehow. Am I getting fucking guilt-tripped by his face? He didn't even- he didn't even say anything! But I still feel like I really am in the wrong and I gotta make it up to him." Jungkook practically spoke in one breath and Jinwoo lifted his hands in surrender, looking a little dizzy.

"Man, I think I'll stay single my whole life. I don't really get it but... make it up to him, huh? Give him a handjob." Jinwoo suggested brightly and Jungkook winced as he remembered how that went down earlier that morning.

"I did." Jungkook groaned, frustration and incomprehension seeping into his tone and Jinwoo uttered a small, flat "ah".

"You're fucked, man." Jinwoo replied simply and Jungkook deflated a little as he sighed, shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets, not sure if the churning in his stomach was a result of alcohol or the anxiousness from the Taehyung situation. Probably both.