Slip Away | Jungkook x Reader

Part One: Lavender and Soap

YOUR POV

You drop on the white square tiles before the toilet an regurgitate all you meals from the past two hours. The excessive vodka consumption at the party makes you feel weightless, as if your soul had separated from your body and was floating before your eyes, only attached to you with a hair strand. You feel as if even a light breeze could knock you unconscious. Your throat is sore from the strain it had been put through while vomiting, and you're tired, but you manage to hold your own hair back, careful not to get the mess all over your pikachu-yellow hoodie. Perspiration smoothes down the side of your left cheek and you catch yourself wondering where exactly you are.

You remember that Sam had already passed out on the couch in he living room. But whose living room? Hoseok? Was it his house-warming party? You blur your sight for a moment to think back on what happened, and you think hard, but you still don't grasp your memories enough to make any sense of them. You turn your head back to see the digital clock outside the restroom. 1:56, it reads.

Splash. You hit your face with cold water that's been running from the tap in attempts to sober up. You look in the mirror in front of you, you see bloodshot eyes and thick chips of mascara flaking off. You walk out then, and head to the living room. Twelve men and women are scattered on the expensive carpeted floor, all pissed-drunk unconscious. Sam sleeps unaware of her surroundings, her limbs resembling a starfish. Who were YOU doing? Your top buttons are open, silly. You giggle at the sight. You go to call her up, but the smell of liquor protruding from her mouth sends a sharp pain zooming through the back of your head. You stumble over Hoseok's limp body but unfortunately lose your balance on a boy lying beside him.

His hair curtains his shut eyes, his breathing faint. His scent is strong, of lavender and soap. Leather too. He isn't too drunk, you think, as his pink lips barely smell of alcohol, and you find your reflection glaring back at you on his lip piercing. What? Embarrassed because your face is aligned with his in such close proximity, you quickly try to move away, but a hand grabs yours.

Who are you? You black out right after asking yourself that.

JUNGKOOK'S POV

Ouch. Jungkook flinches from the sudden attack. He opens his eyes to find a girl on his already-sweaty chest, he doesn't think he's seen you around before. Annoyed, he grabs your hand and puts effort into shoving you off him. There's a pause in his action when he sees you, as he flips you off your stomach and sets you face up on the carpet. Gently, he thinks to himself. He gathers his wallet and phone from the ground beside your ebony hair. It's 2:07, I better get going.

Who are you? He finds himself asking as he takes one last glance at your face before walking out the door.