BTS Imagines

Jungkook ♥︎ Drunk Confession Pt. 2

He was standing between the couch and coffee table, looking over a broken soju glass. He had yet to notice your presence and you considered sneaking away before he could see you, but when you noticed that he was beginning to lean down to collect some broken pieces, you instinctively stepped forward. "No, Jungkook, stop!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. His head snapped up and his eyes met yours while he grabbed a shard. Not even a second later, he flinched and cradled his hand, presumably cut by the glass.

"Don't move." You instructed him, worried that he might lose his balance and fall into the glass, or even drunkenly decide to walk through it.

You quickly walked around the couch and approached Jungkook from behind, warning him before you grabbed the back of his arm and carefully guided him away from the dangerous pile.

Once in a safe area, you moved in front of him. "Let me see." You whispered softly, reaching for his hand.

He complied and you gently gripped his wrist with one hand and rested the back of his hand in the palm of your other. "Sorry, I was just trying to help clean up some stuff."

The sentiment was sweet, but you ignored his comment, all your attention on the wound. There was too much blood to even see exactly where it was coming from, making your eyebrows furrow in concern. "Can you tell how deep it is? Should we go to the hospital?"

"I-I don't think it's that deep. I should be fine." He mumbled.

"Are you sure?" You finally looked up and met his eyes, too worried to even blush at the thought of what transpired barely an hour ago.

He nodded in response, but he wasn't really in a state of mind that allowed you to trust his judgment. You bit your lip in thought, debating whether or not to go straight to the emergency room.

"Come on," you led him by his wrist towards the kitchen. "Let's clean it up some and then we'll decide if you need stitches."

You stopped in front of the sink and instructed him to lean against the counter. You washed your hands first, then told him to do the same before reaching in a drawer and grabbing a clean dish towel. "Put pressure on the wound with this. I'm going to go find a first aid kit. Do you know where you guys keep one?"

"There should still be one in the bathroom down the hall. I think it's under the sink."

"Okay, I'll be right back." You assured him before speed walking away.

You returned in less than a minute and went to the kitchen sink to wash your hands one more time for good measure. "Can you sit over there?" You asked, nodding towards some barstools by the kitchen island.

Jungkook did as you asked and sat down. You grabbed some paper towels before meeting him there and placing them under his hand. Hesitantly, you removed the dish towel and winced. "Aww, Jungkook." You cooed sympathetically. "How bad does it hurt?"

"Not too bad." He answered quietly, shrugging.

You pouted. It was a relief that the bleeding had slowed down, and it didn't look like it was going to need stitches, but it was surely still painful with the cut going from the middle of his index finger to the tip.

As you started cleaning his wound, the adrenaline rush from earlier faded and no longer kept you from thinking about Jimin's drunken betrayal and the extinction of your dignity. You tried to hide the return of your discomfort, but Jungkook's unrelenting gaze didn't help. Since he was seated, you were at eye level, but you didn't dare look up from his hand.