WARNING: mentions of alcohol, homophobia
— At the club with my favorite whore ✌️
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jinniethepooh: yeah that's a good picture but you know what would make it better? If Kim Seokjin was in it
hobisexual: thank you, I have a lips kink now
taesty: ummm he's my whore not yours calm down 🙄
kingjoonie: those two would kill me if they starred in a bl drama
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— I never want to leave this place
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kookoonut: hottt
> kingjoonie: ???
taesty: me neither tbh
yoongay: ew some guy just airdropped a pic of his dick
> kookoonut: oh yeah I saved that one
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— If I can still see the faces of the people around me I'm not drunk enough
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peachiichim: can you scare Yoongi off pls he doesn't want to let me drink more
taesty: holy fuck collarbones 🛐
yoongay: I wish I was drunk enough not to see your face 😔
jinniethepooh: respectfully rail me please
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— Why is everyone giving me their phone number lmao
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kookoonut: if you need another dog I can bark
yoongay: my username says it all
peachiichim: my soulmate is hotter than yours
kingjoonie: why do people give me their phone number? 🤨 *posts a pic of him looking sexy af* I wonder...
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— sometimes I forget that my boyfriend is THAT hot
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kingjoonie: i don't know if that was a compliment but... thank you
peachiichim: why aren't you wearing a ring on your middle finger Namjoon? Huh? 🤨
hobisexual: I swear I'd never bottom for anyone but this picture is 100% daddy material
kookoonut: my breath got caught in my dick
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— So I heard we were posting hot pics of ourselves now??
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peachiichim: brb I'm gonna rant about how fucking hot you are in the note app
kookoonut: show me your tits pls
taesty: he understood the assignment
kingjoonie: drop your skin routine
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— where are this kid's parents?
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peachiichim: hyung... be careful about what you say...
taesty: Nicki Minaj fears for her career
jinniethepooh: OMG @.kookoonut teach me pls
kookoonut: that's funny.... I ask myself that question every day
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Jeongguk wasn't just drunk. He was wasted. So wasted that everything around him wouldn't stop spinning and the floor beneath his feet wouldn't stop quivering, threatening to make him fall face first on the cold tiles of the bedroom. The only reason why he wasn't falling already was the strong shoulders holding him up — strong shoulders that belonged to none other than Taehyung and Hoseok. If it wasn't for them, Jeongguk would probably still be leaning back on the bar's counter, bobbing his head to the beat of whatever electro song the DJ was playing as drink after drink filled his stomach with nothing but emptiness.
The seven friends had quite the night. Jeongguk brought them to one of the most popular clubs in Las Vegas and despite their desire to stay sober, none of them was able to. Even Namjoon, who wasn't a big fan of alcohol, ended up tipsy. But of course it was Jeongguk who drank the most, dragging Jimin along. And boy what a mess. The duo was the literal definition of chaos. From their questionable games to their weird thoughts, their perpetual bickering and their unlimited energy, the two had been a real challenge to handle.
Well, until Jeongguk had one too many drink. Unlike his older friend, it seemed that the blond didn't know when to stop; either that or he just refused to listen to his body.
And now here they were. Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin had already went to sleep, but Hoseok and Taehyung being the good friends they were, chose to stay awake a little longer to make sure Jeongguk wouldn't do anything stupid tonight.
"Fuck, he's heavier than what I thought." Hoseok groaned, exhausted. His neck was starting to feel sore and he was only carrying half of the boy's tall body.
"Seventy kilograms of muscles baby." Was Jeongguk's response, which made both men chuckle in amusement. "You wanna feel 'em?"
Hoseok choked on his spit at the unexpected question. The poor guy never got a a taste of Jeongguk's bluntness before, so his reaction wasn't so surprising. He took a second to collect himself and cleared his throat to play it off.
"Thank you for offering, but no." He said at last, earning a disappointed mumble in response.
"You don't know what you're missing. Did you know I've been working on my abs lately?? My V line is way more noticeable n-"
"Jeongguk." Taehyung interrupted, tone sharp. "Shut up." He snapped.
Dozens of comebacks formed in Jeongguk's mind but when he opened his mouth to voice one of them, he was dropped on the bed and instead of words, a surprised yelp slipped past his lips. He rushed to cover his mouth with his hand, embarrassed by the sound he had just let out. His reaction didn't do much except amuse the two older men, who exchanged a knowing look.
Then, Taehyung ran a nervous hand through his sweaty hair, nose scrunching in mild disgust at the moist feeling under his fingers.
What now? He thought, eyes falling back on Jeongguk's reddened face. Obviously, he couldn't let the boy fall asleep like that: his body was covered in perspiration, his chest heaved up and down with difficulty and he reeked of alcohol. But on the other hand, he was too tired to carry the drunk boy to the bathroom and besides, Jeongguk was dozing off already. Taehyung wasn't even sure if he had the energy to shower, let alone undress himself.
He stole a glance at Hoseok, who seemed to be deep in thought as well, and let out a sigh.
"There's no need to stress about this, Tae. I'm sure it's not Jeongguk's first time falling asleep drunk. He'll be fine." His hyung said after a while, patting his shoulder affectionately. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, but if you need help just knock, alright? I'll be right out." And with that, Hoseok was gone; closing the door behind him as he exited the room and left Taehyung alone with Jeongguk.
The raven haired male sat down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, hiding his face between his hands in an attempt to calm himself down and shut all of his thoughts off. He didn't know why he felt so anxious. Hoseok was right: Jeongguk was most likely used to nights like these. So why did Taehyung feel so bad? Why did he want to pull Jeongguk in a hug and beg him not to do that to himself ever again? Why did he have the urge to protect him? This didn't make any sense. Jeongguk was just his hookup, he shouldn't care about his health. Yet, he couldn't seem to stop worrying about him.
Did Jeongguk care like Taehyung did? It was hard to tell, but the ravenette highly doubted it.
"Hyung." A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts. At first, Taehyung thought he was just hearing things. Jeongguk had never, ever called him hyung, even as a joke. Nonetheless, he turned his head to where the sound came from and his eyes met Jeongguk's dull ones. He raised his eyebrows at the blond, awaiting the rest of his sentence, but nothing happened. Jeongguk just stared, and he stared back.
"Why did you drink so much, Gguk?" After a painful minute of silence, Taehyung finally gathered the courage to ask away the question that was running in his mind every since they got back from the club.
"Because I like the taste of alcohol." Jeongguk replied with a yawn, rubbing his temples with the pads of his index fingers to ease the ache located there.
"You're a terrible liar when you're drunk." Taehyung commented. His tone was sarcastic, but he wasn't the slightest bit amused by the situation. "Come on, tell me the truth."
Jeongguk tried his best to ignore the constant spinning of the room and sat up on the bed, gripping the sheets for support. For a while, it was silent again. The only sound in the room was the gentle tapping of Taehyung's feet on the ground. Yet the man didn't dare to speak up. Even if he was impatient, he wanted to give Jeongguk enough time to think about his answer. It wasn't like they were in a rush, anyway. Hoseok always took an hour to shower and get ready for bed, which left them more than enough time to have a proper talk.
"It empties my head." Jeongguk chose not to lie this time — probably because he now knew that Taehyung wasn't a credulous person, but rather a stubborn one who wasn't going to leave him alone until he got an honest answer.
"Aren't there healthier ways to empty your mind though? Like writing, taking a walk or doing meditation?" Taehyung pointed out with a lifted brow, head tilted to the side to get a better look at Jeongguk's expression.
"Do I look like someone who does meditation?" The latter questioned, a hint of mockery lingering in his slurred vowels.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. "What about writing then?" He insisted.
"I'm not good with words." Jeongguk shrugged. "And writing is boring anyway."
"And what about taking walks?"
"Taking a walk gives me time to think about all the things I don't want to think about. That's not gonna empty anything." The stubborn male retorted with a bored yawn.
"So you're just gonna keep drinking." Taehyung bitterly scoffed.
"Yup." Jeongguk replied with a smirk, popping the p.
Taehyung was speechless. There was no point in reasoning with the younger, especially when he was in this state, but something inside him just didn't want to let it go.
Perhaps it was his therapist side coming out — that or he really fucking cared about Jeongguk. Maybe too much.
"You know that's not gonna help though, right?" He couldn't help but ask. Jeongguk raised his brows at him, urging him continue. "Like, all it's gonna do is make it worse. Being high or drunk is temporary, but the effects on your body — on your life even... those are permanent, Jeongguk. Why don't you at least give healthy habits a try? It's not like they're gon-" He never got to finish his sentence because before he could, Jeongguk had climbed on his lap and was staring at him with an amused glint in his doe eyes.
And God, Taehyung hated the fact that he could feel his cheeks get warmer just from the boy's intense gaze and the feeling of his hands on both of his collarbones. Almost unconsciously, his own hands found home on the blond's wide hips and he stared back at him with a nervous gulp.
"You're cute." Jeongguk smirked, tilting his head a little. "You care."
Taehyung swallowed the lump forming in his throat, forcing his gaze to hold Jeongguk's. "Why wouldn't I care?"
"Because you're wasting your time. I'm fine, Taehyung." Jeongguk snapped.
"You aren't." Taehyung denied, shaking his head vehemently. "You're anything but fine, Gguk. You're-" he cut himself off by biting down on his lip harshly — not wanting to say something he'd regret later. The words were tickling his tongue; begging to be uttered. But he resisted.
However, if he could resist his mind, he wasn't sure wether he could resist Jeongguk.
"I'm what?" The blond frowned. He despised people who beat around the bush all the time. What was the point? If they had something to say, they should just spit it out instead of acting like cowards.
"Say it." He demanded with a newly harsh tone that didn't at all fit his silvery voice.
"Fucked up." Taehyung said after a second of hesitation. "You're... fucked up."
He had no idea what to expect next. A gasp? A slap on his cheek? A frown? A rude remark? He didn't know. All he knew was that being called 'fucked up' wasn't fun.
Yet Jeongguk was laughing. And while it sounded more sinister than joyful, it was still a laugh. A genuine laugh.
"You think I'm fucked up?" The blond repeated, hands dropping to Taehyung's chest. The older's gaze followed his action, much to Jeongguk's displeasure. "Look at me." He requested, and Taehyung did.
"Good." The boy hummed in satisfaction when their eyes locked. "Now try going to a conversion camp for a whole year and let's see if you're still the same when you get out. See if the hours spent reciting bible verses don't get to your head. See if you can handle all the emotional and physical abuse by taking walks." He spat, each one of his words laced by pure venom, a hatred that felt foreign in his usually flat speech.
Taehyung's throat ran dry when his mind processed what Jeongguk had just said. He couldn't get a word out, too stunned to form a proper sentence, let alone say it aloud. Conversion camps? The place where so-called therapists tried to turn gay people straight? He would have never thought that Jeongguk went through something like this. It just didn't make sense: the boy was so confident and open about his sexuality, he didn't seem to care about what other people thought at all. This was merely another blatant proof that Taehyung knew nothing about him.
"Y-you went to... a conversion camp?" he managed to stutter, his grip on Jeongguk's hips tightening.
"Shocker, right?" The younger sarcastically said. "I even remember some of it. Wanna hear?" Before Taehyung could reply, Jeongguk cleared his throat and spoke up again. "Leviticus 18:22, 20:13. If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death; their blood is upon them."
Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, but was once again cut off; this time by the sound of a door opening.
Fuck! He had to bite hard on his tongue not to let the curse slip paste his lips. Hoseok entered the room and a wave of frustration crashed over Taehyung when Jeongguk got off his lap and rolled across the bed, putting an abrupt end to their conversation.
Just when Taehyung was about to learn more about him.
Fucking hell.
It took me like 30 attempts to finally come up with the full chapter and I'm still not satisfied :/
But we finally have a big part of jk's backstory :D