jeon jeongguk isn't stupid.

parties ARE stupid

It feels wrong.

The hands in his hair feel wrong. The alcohol clouding his senses feels wrong, the taste of vodka on his tongue. The taste of another person on his tongue.

The distraction he thought would work. Desperately hoped.

He's propped against a wall, shoulder blades digging into the plaster, and there's another body close to his. Couldn't get any closer. Physically impossible.

His lips move on muscle memory, and the girl tastes like strawberries and alcohol, a hint of artificial lip gloss flavoring coating his tongue. Mina. He isn't sure when they ended up kissing, when he separated from his friends, when he got to where he is now. Isn't sure how either.

But he's really drunk.

The room above him spins, and each time he tries to open his eyes the room around him spins too, and he feels like he's on a rollercoaster that would be enjoyable if he didn't feel sick. Kissing Mina made him feel sick.

It wasn't supposed to make him feel this way. He liked Mina, liked her a lot, but the phrase being in past tense is impossible to avoid in his mind, because he knows, right now, even with alcohol clouding his mind, that he doesn't currently like Mina.

Her lip gloss is sticky, her breath is warm, her hands roam his body in places they shouldn't, and the whole time he just feels irked, like he only wants a specific pair of hands there.

He knows which hands his brain automatically jumps to think of, and feels himself tense up as chemistry beakers and snaking veins pop up in his mind, thighs and couches, metaphors and children's shows, the image too crystal clear while his lips are lazily attached to another person.

He pulls back, and mumbles a "hey," he wants the hands off him, the mouth far away from his own, but instead, it just pulls back a bit, attaches to a spot at the base of his neck. Arousal pools in his gut, and it would usually feel good, but it doesn't right now, it just feels wrong.

Because it's not Taehyung.

Fuck, he doesn't know where that thought came from, but once it pops into his head, it's impossible to shake. He can't think of anything else, but how it would feel if the lips attached to his neck belonged to Taehyung, if the hands around his neck were instead gripping his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more.

But they're not.

"Hey," he murmurs again, one of Mina's hands creeping lower, and he feels bile rising up in his chest slowly but surely, bubbling over and reaching a boiling point while her hands roam his body and his mind thinks of his best friend. His best friend. That's fucked up.

What's even more fucked up is he promised him he wouldn't ditch him, but Kim Taehyung is nowhere in sight, and here Jeongguk is, making out with the very girl he ditched Kim Taehyung for.

"Hey," he tries again, and this time Mina hums into his neck, the sound sending vibrations straight to his throat, and the bile rises further, this time getting more aggressive in the form of alcohol beginning to burn his esophagus as it rises up steadily.

His knees weaken, and he's hardly holding himself up anymore, but every kiss on his neck feels vomit inducing, every time hands trace his abs downwards he feels like the acid is gonna singe a hole in his throat, like he needs more vodka but also needs his stomach pumped simultaneously.

"Mina, I'm," he tries to say, but he feels like he's going to faint, or vomit, or both, and he opens his eyes and looks around, sweaty bodies everywhere, liquor placed haphazardly on tables, and it's the epitome of a trashy high school party, and Jeongguk feels like the epitome of a stupid drunk teen, "Mina I'm gonna-"