Jikook Oneshots 2

Ride

Jimin walked through the house, a bit dizzy, but not too much. He grabbed a chip from a bowl as he spotted the host—his co-worker—who he walked up to.

"Hey Yoongi," Jimin spoke. "I drank a little bit to the point where I don't feel comfortable driving. Is there anyone you know of who could take me home? It's getting late. I didn't know a dinner party could go until 1am."

"At Min Yoongi's house, we have fun," The host shrugs. "I think Jungkook's still here. He doesn't drink. He could probably take you home."

"Ugh, I don't know Jungkook very well," Jimin complains. "We sit on opposite sides of the office, so hopefully it's not awkward for him. But thanks for helping me. I appreciate it."

"Let's go find him," Yoongi puts his hand on Jimin's shoulder to stop him from falling. And he stumbled a few times. 

Maybe he was a bit more drunk than he thought.

They targeted Jungkook before long, approaching him. He held a bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand. "Hey."

"Jimin needs a ride home. Would you be willing to help him out?" Yoongi asks for him. Jimin gives a small smile.

"Oh, sure," Jungkook nodded. "Are you ready to go now?"

"I'm flexible," Jimin waves a hand. "If you need to stay later, we can."

"No, I was just about to leave," Jungkook's smile was polite. "We can go now." 

He drinks the rest of his soda, and Yoongi takes the bottle.

"Good, thank you," Jimin nodded. "And for the record I'm not that drunk. I just can't focus enough to drive. I won't throw up in your car, I promise."

"That's good to hear," Jungkook started walking towards the front door, Jimin following. "I've had to deal with that before, not fun."

"Bye Yoongi!" Jimin remembered, spinning around too fast. "Woah, oh shit-"

Jungkook steadies him. 

"Bye Yoongi, see you at work tomorrow. Maybe next time you can plan this on a weekend," He suggests with a laugh. "I don't know if doing this on a Thursday was the best idea. Half of us will be out tomorrow."

"Yeah yeah," Yoongi waves a hand. "I'll take that into consideration for next time. Now get home safely, okay?"

"We will," Jimin's smile is goofy. "I'm not the one driving."

"Come on, Jimin," Jungkook leads him by the arm—it's quite obvious he's done this before. "You can put your address in my phone in the car. You remember it, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Jimin says once again as they walk through the front door. "I'm not that drunk, just dizzy."

"Okay, I was just making sure," Jungkook opens the passenger side for Jimin. "Don't trip."

"See now that's something I do," Jimin waved a finger as he sat down. "It only takes one drink for me to start tripping everywhere. I'm clumsy enough as it is."

"Well then good thing you're sitting now," Jungkook, who's since gotten into the driver's seat, looks over at him, starting the car as Jimin looks up his address. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

"This is so weird. We've been working together for what, two years?" Jimin asked. "And we've never had an actual conversation. You're really nice. How did I not know that?"

"I don't know," Jungkook drives, smiling to himself, because he thought the compliment was kinda cute.

"And the first time I talk to you I'm drunk!" Jimin sighs. "Which kinda sucks, but what can I do about it now? With the amount I drink at this point in my life I really only become dizzy and confident. That's how my friends describe me anyways; I fall a lot and I have no filter."