Drunken you 11:39

"Sit!"

You plop down on the grass as Jungkook paces back and forth in front of you like a man possessed.

"You hate me don't you!" he exclaims.

You nod vigorously.

"It's obvious you do," he continues, paying you no mind. "I didn't think it was possible but why else would you be torturing me like this!?" He tosses his hands in the air. "Maybe I should just give it up... every time we meet you make me feel crazy, act crazy, look crazy!"

He hunkers down and jostles your arms. "What were you thinking covering the drivers eyes like that!? YOU COULD'VE KILLED US!" he roars.

"I wanted to watch the pretty bridge lights. Piu! Piu!" you say, imitating a shooting sprinkler with your hands.

"He kicked us out of a taxi!" he continues. "Jeon Jungkook flies in private jets, walks down red carpets and sits in V.I.P sections! He does not get kicked out of taxis!"

Looking at his enraged facial expression your lips tremble and you suddenly dissolve into tears.

His jaw drops. "Why... why are you crying!?" he asks, his entire expression morphing into one of panic mixed with concern.

"You're y-yelling a-a-t m-me and it's s-scary," you say between sniffles.

"Oh I- I'm not- I didn't..." he blusters before blurting, "Just tell me how to fix this!" he pleads, tone desperate but you just keep bawling, picking blades of grass from the ground and throwing them in his direction.

After a moment, he closes his eyes then opens them again with a sigh and moves closer to gather you into his arms, placing your face securely against his hard chest.

"Look I shouldn't have yelled at you," he comforts softly. "Don't cry baby, I'm sorry. Damn talk about making me feel like a bad guy..."

You poke at his chest a little, your finger flicking his shirt button before mumbling, "A tough guy, like it really rough guy, just can't get enough guy, chest always so puffed guy."

He looks down at you, hesitant, then looks away. "I- I'm that bad type, make your mama sad type, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad type..." he says.

When he stops, you poke him again and he groans quietly.

"I'm the bad guy," he finishes with a cringe, making you giggle and peek up at him from his chest.

"Duh," you sniffle and he looks back at you, gauging how your plush lips quiver and your teary eyes sparkle under the moonlight.

"You're really sorry?" you ask after a while.

He nods and proceeds to stroke your hair. "Yeah I really am. I'll try not to yell at you again."

You sniffle. "You promise?"

"Mmm I promise," he hums.

Your tears dry up in a flash. "Okay sounds good. No backsies," you say brightly, smiling at him.

He frowns, leaning back a bit. "You just played me didn't you?"

You puff out your cheeks cutely and shake your head.

Against his own wishes he smirks. "You know you are a real pain in the ass when you're drunk you know that," he tells you caressing your face. "An incredibly beautiful one though..." he trails off, his fingers stopping at your nape and his face turning serious.

Staring into your eyes, he tilts your chin up further and gently presses his lips to yours. You stay still and keep your lips closed but let his mouth softly sweep over yours. When he finally pulls away he continues to stare at you intensely until a buzzing sound interrupts.

"Shit my phone..." he says. He takes it out and there's a picture of Sistars Dasom flashing on the screen.

You snatch the phone away and stand to your feet. "Yello," you answer.

"Baby, it's me."

"Yah," Jungkook starts, scrambling up. "Gimme that..."

"Omma is that you?" You say, eyes glistening with joy as you dodge an attempt by Jungkook to snatch his phone back.

"Huh, WTF no!"

"Oh..." You sniff with disappointment, wiggling as Jungkook catches you from behind, wrapping both arms around your waist and tugging you back into his body. "Then why are you ringing me?" you say into the phone again.

"I'm not, I'm ringing- I mean, who the hell are you and why are you answering Jungkook's cell?" a shrill feminine voice (that is definitely not your Omma) asks.

You glance at the screen then look over your shoulder at Jungkook who freezes with one arm tightly wound around your waist and the other stretched out toward his phone.

"Alexa sounds really mad," you whisper to him, pursing your lips and his eyes dart down to the action.

"Okay..." he trails off, puzzled.

"I think she needs to cool off," you say, then drawing your arm back as far as it can go you lobby his phone toward the river. Watching with interest as it arches and spins perfectly into the air like a frisbee and then disappears with a tiny plop into the water.

Jungkook draws away in disbelief. His eyes looking like small waterholes of despair as he releases you and runs towards the riverbank.

"My phone... how could you... why did you..." he splutters, grabbing his hair. "LIIINNNNEEEY!"

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Drunken you 12:28am

"CALL ME BAAAABY JUST CALL ME BAAAABY, CALL ME BAAAABY JUST CALL ME BAYBEEE!"

"Yah my ears! Woman has anyone ever told you that you can't sing?" Jungkook asks, shooting you a look of disgust.

You skip ahead of him and hold a finger to your mouth. "Ssssh don't make the Kookie monster angry," you whisper to yourself. "You won't like him when he's angry GRRRRRR."

He watches you drop a squat then flex your skinny arms. "What's that supposed to be?" he snorts. "A constipated Dora the Explorer?"

"No silly, I'm the Hulk!" You straighten back up and unsteadily skip circles around him. "Don't you like the Hulk?"

"Iron man's better."

"Why? Because he's an overrated playboy with more money than sense just like you?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," he bites out moodily before grabbing you to pull you still beside him.

Now that both of you are officially banned from all taxi services for the night, the only option left was to walk. Halfway home and Jungkook is still brooding unhappily.

You clear your throat. "CALL ME BAAAAB..."

"At least pick a song that doesn't have him in it," he snaps.

With a mischievous grin you let go of his hand and jump in front of him. "Okay Mister I know what will fix your grouchiness."

He folds his arms and sighs. "For my phone not to be at the bottom of the Han river?"

"Nope." You take a step forward.

"A chauffeur?"

"Nuh uh." Another step

"For you to tell me you hate Kai, love BTS and I'm your bias?"

You shake your head and step forward until you're right in front of him. Toe to toe.

Seeing you so close, his grumpy expression melts away. "What then?"

"A hug."

"A... hug?"

"Mm Hmm." You outstretch your arms "That's what you do when someone's upset isn't it. Come on Kookie monster. Bring it in."

He looks at you weirdly. "That's it huh? That's my reward for all the stuff you've put me through tonight? A hug?"

You smile and beckon him with your fingers.

He sighs "I guess it'll have to do for now," he says, stepping into you and wrapping his arms around your waist and back. Two seconds later you shove his arms off and punch him in the shoulder.

He rubs at it to ease the pain "Yah what the fuck was that for!"

You point at him accusingly "You! if you're trying to get in my pants it won't work! I'm unseduce...unseduce... unseduciable!"

He throws his hands up in the air. "That's not even a word and anyway you're the one who offered me a hug in the first place! Woman are you nuts!?"

You squint at him suspiciously. "That doesn't sound right at all. Why would I do that when I don't even like you?"

Aiming a prayer at the sky he stalks forward and turns you around, pulling you forward by the arm. "Just move your super sexy annoying ass so we can sober you up," he grumbles.

"No!" you cry defiantly, shrugging off his hand. "You just want to get me home so you can go to her don't you!"

Frustrated, Jungkook turns back around. "Linney can you lose the gibberish and start speaking in Korean so I can understand you!?"

You puff out your cheeks. "Admit it. You like her more than me. I've heard all the details from Hani about you two."

"Her? Who is her?" Jungkook scratches his head and then pauses, breaking out into a slow grin. "Wait a sec Linney, are you jealous?"

Your only answer is to hiccup and then walk past him.

Catching up to you from behind, Jungkook stills you with his hands on your waist and nuzzles your ear with his lips. "Who exactly are you jealous of?" he teases.

Taking a moment to think, you start to make wide circular motions with your hands to distract yourself as his attentions of his mouth trail from your ear down to your neck. Swinging around you fling your arms up around his neck and drag him to your eye level. "Did you know that male lions have barbed winkies?" you tell him seriously. "That's why the female lions don't like mating much cos their men got brillo pad pee pees."

"Brillo pad pee pees..." Jungkook repeats, his eyebrow twitching.

You let go of his neck and hiccup, "Scrubadubdub, mother effer!" you shout, stumbling forward a few steps before breaking into song again.

"CALL ME BAAAAABBBY!"

"Wow," Jungkook deadpans. "The packaging is pretty but the contents are weird as fuck," he notes, then grabs your hand but you break away. You run ahead of him until your a few meters away and then turn back around.

Jungkook shakes his head. "Linney come on at this rate I'm never gonna get you home."

You stomp your foot. "But you've got to call me..."

"Baby," Jungkook blows out a sigh. "Yeah I get it you love Exo and hate BTS. Can we go now?"

"Pabo you do not get it." you pout. "And she didn't either. Stupid Alexa called you baby but if you call me baby you can't call anyone else baby, you can't have two baby's that's rude! Geeeeeddit?"

"Alexa..." Jungkook's confused expression dissolves into a smug grin. "Hold up... don't tell me... Dasom? You're jealous of Dasom?"

You straighten up, blinking. "Whooo? Dasom? Who's that?"

"Oh I think you know who that is," Jungkook says, licking his lips while looking over your pretty flushed face.

"Nope don't know him!" you chime quickly, before spinning around.

You take a step but suddenly the heel of your shoe snaps. Jungkook sees and tries to catch you but narrowly misses and you fall on the ground on your ass with a loud thump.

He winces. "You good?" he asks, crouching beside you.

You pout, flexibly hold your leg up to examine your broken shoe and then jutt out your bottom lip. "Oppa~" you whine, swinging your leg toward him. "Look at this! I broked it!"

Oppa. He usually hates being called that but why does it sound so fucking sexy when you say it?

He glances at your shoe but lingers on your naked leg. The supple skin, making him want to run his tongue over its length, starting from your ankle and ending with you screaming his name with your legs wrapped around his shoulders.

"So you did. That's a damn shame," he murmurs hoarsely.

"Fix it," you demand.

He tears his gaze away from the creamy expanse of your thigh and quirks his brow. "Do I look like a shoe repairman to you?"

"Then what can I do!?" you whine.

You put your leg down and then stare at his large chest and big biceps, before breaking into a sultry smile that makes him do a double take.

"Wh-what?" he husks, then gulps loudly as you lower your lashes and fist the front of his shirt, pulling him down so you can put your mouth at his ear.

"How about you put those big muscles to good use and let me ride you, big boy?" you whisper.