lost on you | -Jikook FF

Blowing steam off

Yoongi's pov:

Yoongi was sitting in the corner of a  popular club chatting with some of his friends, drinking, smoking and simply blowing steam off.

He was more than just frustrated with everything. 

He hated how his plan backfired. Instead of an angry Jungkook who was supposed to be too preoccupied with his own family issues and trying to mend what he broke, he had to watch how that asshole began to turn his disadvantage into an opportunity.

Jungkook shouldn't be too smug, he'll find a way to break that ass.

Just thinking of that sly rat and his dirty games, made him want to throw up.
Yoongi had enough.

Jungkook has only been lucky so far, but once he is finally able to leave the friend zone behind he'll make sure that Jungkook is going to get cut off from their life.

"Stop drinking or I'll kick your ass" threatened a voice that he couldn't identify due to his current condition.
He could only see the blurred silhouette of a woman, no, a girl?

"W..ho are... yo..u?" slurred the obviously intoxicated male.

"How much alcohol did you take to not be able to recognize me?" huffed the girl rolling her eyes.

"Namjoonie, please help me carry this fool home."

Yoongi's eyes moved from her body to Namjoon's. His figure was much taller and broader than that of an average man.
This guy literally towered over the girl in front of him, and while he could see as much as a mole, he was almost 100% sure that he knew both of them from somewhere.

"Sure, he looks light enough for me to piggyback him"

"You are a real darling.  And don't worry if he causes any problems I'll finish him off."

"I feel much safer now that my life is in your hands" joked the friendly giant as he knelt down and waited for Yoongi to do his part.

"Don't be such a donkey and hop on" urged the girl.

"Yo..you're ki..dnap...ping me?" asked Yoongi still dazedly.

"Trust me, no one is desperate enough to kidnap you. We were just trying to help you before you drink yourself to death or something like that."

"W..why... help.. me?"

"I should definitly take a video of you right now and blackmail you the next day" announced the girl with a proud smirk.

"Youre not doing anything besides helping me to get him on my back"

"Bu-"

"No buts"

"Okay...."

"Stran...stranger dan..ger" shouted yoongi lazily as he tried to get away.
People were staring at them for a short time till they realized what was going on.
Just another crazy drunk who refused to listen to his friends.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. It's me, shuhua ?!"

*

Getting yoongi on Namjoon's back was a lot more complicated than you might think, but compared to getting him in a taxi, it was nothing.

"Stop struggling, dude" said Shuhua as she tried to buckle him up, but he was too tipsy to register anything other than his headache, which was killing him.

"W...wanna... go...jim..in"

"You can consider yourself lucky that I'm going to take you to your parents' house, but don't even think about worrying Minnie, have I made myself clear?"

No answer

She was usually more of a free spirit who hardly got annoyed by anyone that isn't Yeri, but Yoongi was perhaps even more irritating than she was.

After a long and tortuous ride, they finally arrive at Yoongi's place and were immediately greeted by his folks.

"Shuhua, what are you doing here and oh my god is that Yoongi?"  his mother asked as she took a closer look at her drunken son.

"Yeah, I kind of met him in a club and thought it was time for him to go to sleep" she replied honestly.

"Thank you honey, that's so sweet of you.  I really don't know what to do with him anymore.  He has changed a lot since he broke up with his boyfriend and it puts him in dangerous situations."

"No problem and please don't worry, Mrs. Min. He's probably not over his first heartbreak and has been trying to get his ex's attention with his actions.  As soon as he moves on, he'll be the same again" assured the teenager.
Shuhua originally wanted to say something way different, but she wasn't a monster.  How could she tell a broken mother that she raised a pest?

"I hope you're right. Oh, by the way, how are your parents?  I haven't heard from them for a long time."

*

Jimin was having a very different problem than Shuhua right now.

"Please" begged the dark-haired man, trying to win Jimin over.  "Just once"

"No. End of discussion"

"But why not? We're in a relationship so it's only natural for us to make love" explained Jungkook, clearly upset.

"If you don't stop now, you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight” threatened Jimin as he avoided Jungkook's pleading eyes.

He tried to make Jungkook understand that there were limits, and that he shouldn't expect Jimin to want the same things as him.

But in all honesty, he was also very flattered.

Jimin wasn't narcissistic, but hearing that Jungkook, an objectively pretty good-looking guy, found him attractive enough to want to sleep with him was still a boost to his self-esteem.

"You're so mean. Don't forget that I'm a man and have certain needs" whispered Jungkook seductively in Jimin's ear.

"Do I look like I care? Just go and find someone for your needs" yelled Jimin, secretly wishing that Jungkook wouldn't listen to him.

Jimin didn't know why he was acting like this. Sure, Jungkook started all of this crap, but Jimin didn't want to say any of those things.

He didn't want Jungkook to leave him alone and look for a one night stand just so he could come back the next morning and pretend nothing had happened. Jimin didn't even want to imagine what he would feel if that would happen.
It's not that he liked Jungkook or anything, he just wanted to see how serious he was about him. 
At least that's what he tried to convince himself.

"Don't be mad, sweetheart. If you want to wait, I'll wait, but I definitely won't be looking for anyone else" promised Jungkook as he took Jimin's tiny hands into his.

Jimin didn't say anything back, but he also didn't push Jungkook away and let him hold his hands so it was a bit of a win for Jungkook, right?

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