Raw [Vkook]

86: It's Complicated

When the party's over - Billie Eilish

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Jungkook's head fucking aches.

He didn't expect for his head to pound this horribly when he woke up in the car this morning, okay maybe he did, and it still hasn't gone away when he arrived back to the apartment. The lights over his eyes from the broad open windows absolutely irritated his soul but he only tiredly moves through the mess of passed out bodies on the ground, of his friends to be specific, and other bottles of alcohol but stops when he sees Ten practically dangles the upper half of his body to the side of the couch.

Uh..... He's going to get a headache like this.

And maybe a few broken bones...

Without much debate and the little to no energy that Jungkook has in his body, he gently lifts Ten up to the couch so he can lay on it properly, closing his gapped lips and makes sure the pillow he's laying on is comfortable enough under his head.

There, better.

For a moment Jungkook just stares down at him, not helping himself from running a tender hand to slide strands of his black hair away from his peaceful face as he sleep.

Despite Ten not being around as often in Jungkook's life, the ravenette wants to start changing that. Ten has been nothing but a sweetheart to him since they first met, and it's like whenever they're together nothing changes. It's always the same feeling or environment.

So happy.

Just the thought of that alone twitches a smile to Jungkook's lips, leaning down to press a kiss against his future husband's head before walking over the remaining passed out bodies on the ground and walking down the hallway to stop in front of his door.

Taehyung isn't in that mass crowd of people in the living room, nor is Yoongi, so Jungkook is strongly hoping not to see two naked bodies inside his room when he gets inside.

As if he'll care at this point. While he's in this hangover state, all he wants is to just sleep away in frustration to the world.

He even feels sick to his stomach at this point too.

So he softly knocks on the door first before twisting the door knob and opens the door.

To his utter relief Taehyung is alone on his bed, black shirt on as he types away on his phone. The second he heard the door, he sits up and makes eye contact with Jungkook.

It's no surprise he's awake at this hour, it's is noon already. The rest must've had a chaotic night.

That heavy need to throw up overcame Jungkook's senses from the alcohol churning his stomach but he just blocks it away when he closes the door behind him. He didn't say anything to his roommate, only goes to the closet and yanks the hoodie off his body.

Not like Taehyung hasn't seen his tattoos at this point.

"Finally you're back."

The sound of his voice travels shivers down Jungkook's as he changes his pants into sweats, not caring if it was in front of Taehyung or not.

Okay, maybe Jungkook's tolerance to care is slightly affected now just because of his angry state with how sick he feels, but he's not about to just lash out at Taehyung for breathing.

"Yeah, I was with Woosung," Jungkook responded back, rubbing his head to ease his headache, "Last night was fun?"

He can feel Taehyung's eyes drilling through the back of his skull, but Jungkook still kept that barrier up to not let it affect him, not willing to show how weak he actually feels inside around the other male.