y/n POV

i'm writing out the paperwork for a banquet, Moxy caters and now i need to hire more part time workers. there will be sixty people and they wanted sirloin steak as the main dish which will cost several hundred dollars or a couple thousand, feeding that many mouths and preparing by the end of week, i think i have to cancel my yoga sessions. no i can't, i think to myself. i should think about my well being, work isn't everything.

i take a look at the clock, it's friday and my lessons start in an hour. i guess i have to see seokjin today.

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seokjin didn't come, jungkook is here though. and he looks really happy. and again, he's the only one here which made me confused.

"y/n-ssi, how is work?" he asks.

"it's pretty hectic jungkook-ssi, after the banquet i'm catering, i'll go to you and seokjin's company to make the advertising plans." i say as i set up the studio.

"y/n, call me oppa!" he says, i look at him with surprised eyes.

"alright, we're friends now. don't need to get all worked up." i chuckle.

i see jungkook nibble on his bottom lip.

"y-y/n?" he begins and i hum in response.

"c-ca-can we go s-somewhere? i know you probably don't want t-to, but since no one's here..." he stops when he sees me staring at him with a wide smile.

"of course! shall we go eat dinner? or the beach? it's so hot out today, or maybe a movie? the spa?" i say excitedly.

jungkook thinks y/n looks like a puppy right now as if she's getting ready for a walk. the thought made him soft for the 18 year old.

without giving jungkook the time to respond i put away my mat and tidy up, quickly changing my yoga shorts to regular Levi jean shorts. jungkook watches me scramble about as he packs his stuff.

"my car or yours?" he asks.

"we can just follow each other, no?" i say with an eyebrow raised.

"o-oh you're right." he says.

"let's go to a night club!" i say hurrying him out there door. i haven't had a night out in months and jungkook seems to be the perfect partner.

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shot after shot jungkook and i drank, our competitive sides taking over.

"i have a high tolerance you know." i say smiling. "i do too." he replies.

when i felt my head start to buzz i somehow thought about seokjin and when we had our drinking game that ultimately led to that drunk kiss and when jungkook picked him up that day. the sudden thought made me space out, to which jungkook notices. before he asks i say, "did you see what seokjin did when you picked him up that night?"

jungkook looks at me confused. "what did he do?" okay so he didn't see i thought.

"he... cried in front of me." i lied. "he looked so funny but i couldn't bring myself to tell that to his face. i guess he was really scared." i laugh nervously. jungkook seems to buy it as he nods and takes another shot.

more people are filling the club, i may be 18 but then again, i look 25 so no one questions my age. i always use it to my advantage at the bar as we ordered more shots. it's 8pm and jungkook is more drunk than me, i'm still sane though.

i watch as jungkook stumbles to the dance floor and starts twerking making everyone around him stay away at a distance. the scene just made me want to take a picture.

a/n: yoongi looking like a dad that doesn't know how to control his kids

from across the dance floor i see a glare of two dark orbs coming from kim seokjin, we make eye contact and my eyes are just wide as i see the pairs of hands that travel around his chest. he's surrounded by women. the sight made me do a double take, i guess he's that type of man to have many woman at his disposal. i see a blonde girl try to get his attention, i want to look away but i see jungkook approaching his friend. they smile and laugh together and now i feel lonely.

i turn to face the bar and take one more shot. i make my way to the dance floor, intending to show seokjin what he's missing out on.

however i managed to get the attention of jeon jungkook as he comes to me with some kind of seducing dance. i forget why i'm even on the dance floor because of jungkook, he's just too goofy. the whole night i could only feel seokjin's eyes burn through me.

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i drag a drunk jungkook to his car, seokjin is no where to be seen. what kind of friend is he? i think to myself. AISH WHY IS THIS MAN SO HEAVY? i buckle him up in the front, i just hope he doesn't throw up. when i hear him gag i realize it's too late.

"N-NO AIM, AIM TO THE LEFT NOT THE RIGHT!" i try to not be in the line of fire because i'm in the drivers seat already. jungkook threw up all over my arm and my left side.

"not my left, your left!" i whine. "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH!"

jungkook passed out now i smell like alcohol and what seemed to be a salad and a spaghetti. what kind of combo is that?! i ignore the acidic smell and just drive, it's not my car that'll smell like throw up now. i don't know where jungkook lives so i just drive him to my place.

i drag jungkook with me into my house, my best friend who i live with opens the door. she immediately grabbed the man and sat him by the couch while i go wash up and find jungkook a pair of clothing.

walking down the stairs after i showered and changed, jisoo had done as much as she could to clean up jungkook so he doesn't mess up the couch.

"seriously all these guys do when i see them is drink! am i there designated drinking buddy now?!" i complain to her.

"i'm not cleaning him, he's your responsibility girl." jisoo says.

"unnie at least make me some soup pleaseeee." i do aegyo.

"AISHH- you're so cute. only for you y/n." she winks and leaves to the kitchen.

i look at jungkook, it's currently 10pm, and it's not even that late. when he wakes up i'm going to scold him. (drink responsibly kids!) i wonder if it's ok to undress jungkook...

jungkook POV

i'm actually awake and it's taking all my willpower to not laugh as y/n was talking to herself about how she'll scold me when i wake up. i threw up and that made me sober real quick, but i'm in so much pain. also, how dare she talk to me this way, i'm older than her.

that's when i feel her feminine hands unbutton my top and i think to myself, is this heaven? she stops herself. oh no why is she stopping? is she hesitant? i slightly open my eyes to take a peak, she's on the phone.

"seokjin- jungkook oppa is passed out at my house where are you, can you please pick him up?" she asks. the word "oppa" made me feel excited and rolled off her tongue so nicely, i giggle in my head, she called me oppa. but wait, she's calling seokjin. NO! i don't want to be picked up like some delinquent who over drank at a party.

"you can't pick him up?!" she sounds annoyed. i mentally high five seokjin, i have to thank him later. she sighs and hangs up.

i pretend to be dreaming as i stretch and brush my foot against her thighs since she's sitting by my feet, which are free of my shoes. i feel her hands back unbuttoning my shirt, and i feel like pulling a prank on her.

i shoot straight up our noses touching and y/n's eyes are wide in surprise. i guess she didn't see that coming, i ignore the thumping of my brain.

"what do you think you're doing?" i ask lowly showing off my famous playboy smirk. i enjoy seeing her flustered face.

"o-oh you're awake." she stands up and grabs the clothes and throws it in my face, her cheeks are a very deep red. "go change in the bathroom and wash up will you?" she turns around and goes up the stairs probably to sleep.

the doorbell rings making her stop when she's halfway up the stairs. i've already changed into the sweatpants and shirt in the bathroom. when y/n opens the door, there's a sweating kim seokjin.

"i said i wasn't going to pick jungkookie up, instead i am going to stay for the night too."

a/n: here are some twerking gifs

yoongi you're doing great sweetie

angry jibooty

my brain is innocent, my brain is innocent (?)

thanks for listening to my TED talk