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You somehow managed to call a taxi to take you both home.

Thankfully, you sobered up fast enough on the drive back to at least walk somewhat straight when getting out of the car. You're even more thankful that Jungkook is still conscious enough to somewhat support his own weight as you lean him against the wall to unlock the front door before lugging him into the apartment. Sweat beads form on your forehead as you continue to maneuver Jungkook like a heavy bag of rocks into his room and onto his bed.

The mattress dips down from his weight and you instantly grab the hem of his shirt, carefully lifting it up. "That tickles!" Jungkook giggles as your fingers brush against his sides, the man who seemed more than willing to take you right there on top of the car has done a completely one-eighty and it baffles you. However, you can't stop the small smile that forms watching how cute he looks when laughing,

You take a deep breath before moving down to unzip his jeans in an attempt to help him take his pants off with a blush crawling onto your skin.

"Don't even wanna take me on a date first? Kinky," he drunkenly teases as your shaky hands pull his jeans completely off after a few tugs, making sure not to peek at anything you're definitely not ready to see.

Gently, you push Jungkook back and tuck him under the covers, quick rush to leave the room, returning moments later in your favorite pajama set with a damp cloth in hand. The cool, wet fabric feels refreshing against his forehead and he sighs in contempt, eyes closing as you sit beside him on the bed.

Jungkook's hand suddenly reaches out, searching around until it gets a hold of your own. He peeps one eye open to bore onto your face, fingers brush yours meticulously and you try not to make it obvious a million butterflies just exploded throughout your body from something as simple as a touch.

You look around his room to avoid eye contact.

His bed sits in the middle against the wall, far desk in the corner by the window a piled mess of homework and CD jackets. The flat screen his mother so graciously bought for him is mounted on the deep gray walls across from his bed, the charcoal dresser underneath housing his many white shirts. You smile at the pictures perfectly taken of you two framed on top, each one holding a special memory to your heart as you glance from frame to frame, taking in your combination of smiling faces and funny expressions. You're realizing just now that you're the only one in all of the pictures. Only the two of you, how it's always been.

"You're acting weird lately, y/n," Jungkook's soft croaky voice slurs out and you freeze, eyes locking on the quilted pattern of the black blanket he snuggles in. "Or maybe it's just me," he shrugs and you internally sigh, deciding he probably won't remember anything you say tomorrow anyway.

"Maybe I have been a little weird around you, huh?" you admit, free hand twisting a loose string on your shorts anxiously.

"I've been feeling weird lately too," he sighs, licking his dry lips and you reach over to the nightstand, picking up a half empty water bottle and bring it to his lips to help him drink.

"Why do you feel weird?" you ask gently, watching as he sighs in relief once the rest of the bottle is drained, plopping his head back onto the pillow.

"You make me feel weird... but weird in a good way. I think."

It's clear he's slowly starting to sober up, but enough alcohol still runs through his veins like a truth serum.

It feels as if lightning struck through your body, immobilizing you completely as you process his words carefully. The longer you stare at Jungkook the more your heart accelerates, a crescendoing symphony and the music somehow sounds both amorous and melancholy.

Everything about tonight is bitter sweet.

"Have you always been this beautiful?" Jungkook's face scrunches up, using your hand to pull you in closer for a better observation of your face.

"Is that some kind of joke? Because I'm definitely not in the mood to put up with your shit, Jeon," you say wryly, trying to ignore the warm feeling his words give while a headache slowly begins to build up at your temples. You allow his free hand to travel up your arm, the side of your face until his fingers are combing soothingly through your hair. The shiver that runs up your spine is blatantly obvious and his lips automatically pull up into a smirk.

"What if I'm telling the truth, hmm?"

He's definitely not in his right mind. He won't remember this tomorrow.

Tiny needles of truth prick your heart strings at the unpleasant thought, trying to suck away any hope that might have been there before. Your eyes roam his handsome face, over his sharp jawline, the tiny scar on his cheek you remember he got when fighting with his brother, big sparkly doe eyes you've come to memorize over the years, the bunny smile now plastered to his face as he gazes up at you curiously.

You love everything about him.

"This is more than just a bet," you whisper to yourself, hanging your head at the confession.

"A bet?" he asks, breath blowing into your face, alcohol scent still present and your nose scrunches, stomach lurching.

"Nothing. There's just something I completely understand now," you smile softly, thumb smoothing away the worry lines creasing across his forehead.

"You know how I feel about bets," he grumbles and you bite your lip, letting the secret remain hidden and the guilting swirl that emanates creates a roll of nausea throughout your system. "All the hard earned money my mom made that bastard wasted on gambling, booze, and hookers... " Jungkook sneers at the painful thought of his father, someone he almost never brings up unless he's had quite a few drinks in his system.

You decide it's time to let Jungkook sleep peacefully so you can sort the thoughts that drown your mind. "Shh, go to sleep, Kookie," but he only holds your hand tighter as you try to stand, keeping you firmly in place by his side on the bed.

"Don't leave me," he murmurs with heavy lids, mustering up enough strength to pull you down beside him. "Stay here tonight, I want to sleep with you."

You face reddens and Jungkook takes notice, stumbling over his words as he realizes what he said sounded completely wrong.

"N-Not like that. I-- no! Well, I mean i-if you want-- I mean... What the hell am I saying right now?"

You snort at his drunken babbling, turning off the bedside light before sliding yourself under the covers to cuddle up beside him. "That you want me to sleep here with you."

He nods once, ears and cheeks burning a light shade of pink. "R-Right. That's what I meant."

A giggle escapes as his arms find their way around your body, fluttering at the delicate way he holds your waist close to his almost bare form.

"I remember we did this all the time when we were little," he whispers in your ear and you silently beam at the memory.

Jungkook pulls back, trying to see your face in the dark room. "Did you by any chance ever take pole dancing lessons?"

Your brows jump up in surprise. "What kind of question is that?"

"I-It's nothing, n-never mind," Jungkook is quick to pull you back in, resting his chin above your head.

You bask in the silence that forms, inhaling the intoxicating smell of his natural musk mixed with sandalwood and tangerines. You wish it could be like this all the time with Jungkook, sick and tired of riding the friendship train. Maybe there's still hope for that train to have its final stop. Maybe you can not only win this bet, but win his heart for real.

"Another thing," his voice startles as you come to find he hasn't fallen asleep yet.

"What now?!"

"You know I can't sleep with clothes on. Help me take off my boxers."