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blue-jisungs · 9 months

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alcohol free

song inspo. alcohol free — twice

summary. in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

warnings. well, not to alcohol free bc there’s a lot of it actually LMAO, bit of crying, swearing, readers mentions she has insecurities about her nose :( + friends to lovers teehee but they’re both dumbasses >:T

a/n. man i love piña colada 😔😔

yoongi and you knew each other since childhood, so it was no shock to him that your alcohol tolerance isn’t the strongest. especially when you - apparently - quit drinking. so even a fool would know how this would end. this, as in:

“i’m not an alcoholic but look, he have to celebrate” you yelled, raising a bottle of champagne. yoongi scoffed, shaking his head. you had the keys to his place and informed him you’ll be there in 5.

so you were, all giddy and giggly, knocking your shoes off.

“you finished the tour big boy! now… what?” you hummed, placing the bottle down.

and now, after a couple of glasses in and your cheeks rosy, you shook your head.

“remember how heartbroken was i when you left be a trainee?” you whined suddenly, his brows furrowed.

“of course i do, there’s no need to remind me that. i felt like shit too” he grunted, heart aching. oh he hated that back then. but he knew that’s if it’s meant to be, you’ll end up together again. and you did.

“did you know… i considered auditioning for hybe so i could be near you?” you mumbled, looking at him. catching a glimpse of his amused look it was all it took for you two to burst out laughing.

“yeah? and what would you do? because not sing, obviously” he teased, chest filling with laughter.

“no! i’d rap!” you puffed your chest proudly, making a dramatic gesture and almost knocking the empty champagne glass “give me a beat, rapper boy!”

it was hard for yoongi to contain his laughter. after he did, he started beatboxing – or rather tried – and you freestyled. quickly giving up, you two were a giggling mess again, yoongi reaching to pout more champagne in.

a peaceful hum left your mouth when the pleasant sunshine hit your face, sounds of yoongi’s footsteps approaching reached your ears. you had your eyes closed so you only guessed he’s coming back with the meat.

“aish, y/n! i told you to wait!” he hissed upon seeing that you already opened the wine bottle. you giggled, shaking your head.

“i was impatient and hungry. and the wine was tempting” you mumbled. yoongi sighed, putting the meat on the grill.

the weather was perfect: sunny and with a light breeze. birds chirping in the background lulled you to sleep and you didn’t even eat yet. just when you thought about that, there was a sound of sizzling meat.

“yoongs…” you sighed, crooking an eye open. maybe drinking the wine before eating and in full sun wasn’t the best idea but…

“hmm?” your best friend hummed, busy on his task.

“what would you name your kids?” you asked, closing your eyes again. he frowned, wondering.

“i don’t know, i haven’t thought about that. you?” he replied genuinely, turning his head to look at you.

“if it’s a boy, jin or ian. if a girl then… summer” you hummed, a lazy smile blooming on your lips. he nodded in acknowledgement before realising.

“wait, jin?!” he whined, causing you to giggle.

you grunted, plopping down on the couch next to yoongi. he looked at you curious, namjoon stopping the conversation to give you a question look.

“the music sucks, seriously” you huffed, grabbing your tequila. you have it a quick stir before taking a sip, namjoon’s girlfriend raised her own glass.

“agreed” she hummed and you clinked glasses, taking a big sip. the song came to an end, another one playing. a soft, slow beat caused the couple in front of you to look at each other

“now we’re talking” namjoon laughed. his girlfriend put down the glass and he grabbed her hand, placing a soft peck at the back of it “may i have this dance?”

“oh of course” she sighed dreamily and they left, namjoon winking at yoongi. you wolfed down the rest of your drink, leaning your body on the table with a guttural groan.

“what is it?” yoongi asked, amused.

“they’re so in love it’s unfair” you mumbled, looking at the pair disappearing in the crowd of sickeningly big amounts of couples “i guess i was always jealous of them, just a bit”

yoongi tilted his head, interested. that’s new…

“you can see how much she loves him just by the way she looks at him” a quiet murmur left your mouth, barely audible. but yoongi heard it, features softening.

you jolted up, your back meeting his arm that - you didn’t even notice when - was resting on the back of your seat.

“anyway! lemme grab more tequilas… you want some?” you asked, grinning. your best friend just shook his head, amused.

“how do you do that?” you asked, eyes flickered between him and the whiskey in his hand. yoongi let out a quiet, heart-warming laugh.

“i just like whiskey. i don’t feel the need to taste every possible drink on the menu, unlike someone i know” he teased and you faked a offended look, pulling your margarita closer.

“i just feel like having margaritas today, what’s wrong with that? you’re just boring” you mumbled and took a sip.

“yeah, well, at least i don’t get drunk after having two drinks” yoongi grunted. you scoffed, punching his arm

“i’m interesting when i’m drunk, so you shouldn’t complain” you hummed, glaring playfully at him. he titled his head

“yeah? who told you that?” he shook his head, grabbing his whiskey.

“i tend to share secrets” resting your chin in the palm of your hand, he cocked an eyebrow “like… i never went skiing”

he let out a dramatic gasp.

“unbelievable. shocking. i never saw that coming” he giggled and you punched him again.

“i swear! i never told anyone that! why do you think i always turn down namjoon’s girlfriend when she asks me to go with her friends?” you mumbled, grabbing your drink. yoongi let out a scoff, frowning. that would make sense, he always thought you were simply busy.

“i’ll teach you one day” yoongi smiled sweetly, noticing how your eyes lit up.

sipping on your mojito with lime, you flipped the pages of a random beauty magazine laying in the table. yoongi looked up from his notebook, scanning you.

“oh, i know this actress!” you hummed to yourself, placing a finger on her cheek. your brows furrowed in thought, trying to recall where you saw her before. he leaned closer, taking a peek.

“oh, her” he hummed “she’s pretty”

you nodded, weird feeling washing over your stomach.

“yeah…” you agreed quietly, taking a sip of your mojito “she has such a pretty nose”

“that’s a specific thing to say” he giggled, coming back to his notebook filled with lyric ideas.

“i don’t know, i always payed attention to noses since i don’t like mine…” barely audible murmur left your mouth, causing him to freeze.

“you don’t like your nose? i think it’s cute” yoongi said seriously, slowly looking at you. a blush formed on your cheeks, trying your best not to smile too wildly.

“that’s… thank you” you hum, continuing to flip the pages.

the horrendous pounding in your head would stop a normal person from drinking. but, as yoongi reminded you often, you’re not normal.

taking a sip of your sweet mimosa you groaned, the night breeze making you shiver a bit.

“hey… what are doing here… alone?” your best friend’s voice brought you back to reality. you looked up and sent him a soft smile.

“thinking… and also its so loud inside, i had to catch some fresh air” you hummed, leaning against the railing “and you?”

“i saw that my favourite person is missing” yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, standing next to you “what are you thinking about?”

“y’know… first crushes… what ifs…” you sighed, swirling your mimosa, the piece of orange almosr falling inside. your friend’s brows furrowed. now that’s interesting.

“first crushes? how come i did not know you even had one?” he teased, nudging your arm

“well i never knew about yours so we’re even” you grunted, causing him to scoff.

“i think… my friend crush was a classmate of mine but man, it was so long ago. i heard she’s married now” he said shyly, watching you sip on the drink. you didn’t know why your heart was hit by a sudden pang “and yours?”

“but don’t laugh at me or i’ll throw you off the balcony” you send him a threatening look, pointing at the railing. yoongi rose his hands up as a i give up sign. you sighed and looked around, making sure no one hears you “my first crush was hobi”

“what?!” yoongi yelped, causing you to fly and cover his mouth. both erupting with giggles, you shook your head.

“shut up! it was when you debuted, okay?! he was cute and mysterious… shut up, don’t look at me like that! and don’t even think about telling him!” you whined, his laughs making you grin too.

your friends watched you two from behind the door, sharing whispers about how cute you look right now.

“oh no…” yoongi murmured upon seeing you and the empty glasses on the table. you were finishing your fourth piña colada, a drink you always had when you felt extremely sad. ‘to have some contrast in your life, since piña colada is a happy drink’ was your explanation. he sat down in front of you, nudging your leg “what happened?”

you just sniffed, teary eyes looking at yoongi’s worried ones.

“you’re so dumb”

“excuse me?” he scoffed, leaning forward to grab your hand. you smacked his, even more tears gathering ar your waterline

“see! that’s what i’m talking about! you’re so cute and sweet to me all the time and you don’t even know how many damage you do because of that!” you whined, shaking your head and wiping your tears. yoongi was truly dumbfounded. was this another drunken confession…?

“i don’t… i don’t understand” he whispered, standing up to sit next to you

“i love you, yoongi” you blurt out suddenly, causing him to freeze “i can’t do this anymore. i wanted to tell you while not being drunk but it just came down on me, and i for sad because i started thinking what if i ruin our friendship and i got drunk and accidentally confessed now… my life is a joke and i hate you”

“that was… a lot to unpack. also i don’t understand one thing: you hate me but you love me?” he asked, amused and sat down next to you, titling your chin so you were looking at him

“yes, because you don’t see it! everyone sees it! even jungkook asked me when were planning to tell them were dating because it’s so obvious there’s something going on! and you… you don’t see it” you whined, leaning towards and hiding your face in the crook of his neck, bursting out crying.

yoongi would lie if he said he wasn’t amused by all of this but he hated seeing you cry; besides it all made sense now. now that he’s thinking about it, you really were really obvious about his feelings.!

“‘m sorry, don’t cry, okay?” he chuckled, pulling you back a bit. one hand cupping your jaw, the other wiping your tears. you pouted, a small smile forming in his lips “and don’t… don’t do that”

“why not?” you jutted your lower lip even more dramatically

“because i’ll kiss you” he hummed nonchalantly, wiping the last tears. you froze, feeling like all the alcohol left your body

“what?” you whispered, blinking slowly.

“y/n… you’re so cute it hurts. we’ve known each other for years… basically our whole lives… and why come do i learn about you the most ridiculous things when you’re drunk? it’s a funny habit and i’d never thought it would be contagious” yoongi said slowly, hands slowly cupping your face and squishing your cheeks gently “like… right now. i’m not drunk but i just learned a new thing about myself…”

you frowned, not fully understanding what he’s saying.

“that i like you. i like you too. i had this weird feeling lately but sometimes you need to hear it out loud” he breathed out, stomach filling with butterflies. there it is, that funny feeling again “so what do you say? do we give it a chance?”

“can i kiss you?” you asked eagerly, placing your hands on his. yoongi just nodded and leaned closer.

when you placed your lips on his, he could taste the sweet piña colada you had before. the kiss was something he’d never even dream of; soft and tender… loving.

you pulled back, giggling.

“i feel like i’m drunk…” you grinned, causing him to roll his eyes “…on you this time”

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 08 Chapter 08 | clubbing interlude⌟

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The club's neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors over your skin as you and Seora—buzzing from the high of too many shots—leaned heavily against the bar.

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and liquid courage, a temporary distraction for the dull ache that's been residing in your chest since you lost your brother's hoodie. Every clink of glass and beat of the bass was a welcome distraction from the emptiness of your loss. "Another round, bartender!" Seora's voice cut through the noise, her arm thrown around your shoulders with an affectionate weight. You squinted at the assortment of bottles behind the bartender, your mind a muddled mess. "Maybe we should slow down," you slurred, more to yourself than to her. But the thought evaporated as quickly as it came, replaced by a stubborn determination not to think, not to feel the void. So, you nodded, "One more."

When the shots came, you downed them with practiced ease, the burn in your throat less noticeable than the one in your heart. It was then, in the haze of your drunken stupor, that you caught it—a flash of red in the sea of bodies. Your heart lurched.

Could it be?

Shaking your head, you tried to push away the idea as soon as it entered your mind. You were seeing things; you had to be. Desperate to drown the sudden spike of hope and pain, you signaled for more shots, ignoring Seora's concerned glance. Downing a few more shots, you finally felt the tension in your shoulders unravel—a moment of relief. Seeing that you were nearing your limit, Seora gently guided you away from the bar and toward an empty table along the wall. "C'mon, let's sit down for a bit." The ice water in front of you stood in juxtaposition to the warm buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins. Seora excused herself to the restroom, leaving you to your thoughts and the glass you aimlessly twirled between your fingers.

That's when you saw it again—the unmistakable hue of red, moving through the crowd. This time, you couldn't ignore it; the closer the figure got, the more certain you became. It was your hoodie, worn by a masked stranger across the room. Anger, hot and fierce, bubbled up inside you, fueling your drunken haze. Unsteady but determined, you stumbled to your feet and started to weave through the crowd. With each step, the certainty grew—it was your hoodie, it had to be. How dare they? How dare they parade around in a piece of your heart, a token of your grief? Finally, you reached the figure, your hands shaking as you reached out and grabbed the front of the hoodie. "Thief," you accused, your voice thick with anger and alcohol. "You've no idea... how many sleepless nights," you trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of your pain, your loss. The masked figure seemed taken aback, confusion evident even in the dim lighting. You were at a loss for words, and all you could do was weakly tug at the jacket, as if that simple act could reverse the weeks of heartache its misplacement had caused. As the words "Give it back" escaped your lips, wrapped in a cocktail of drunken determination and pure despair, Taehyung could only watch the situation unfold before him with a surreal quality he couldn't have anticipated.

There you were—an unknown woman—hands frantically clutching at the fabric of his jacket, words slurred beyond comprehension.

He found himself staring down at you, trying to make sense of the jumbled accusations, your alcohol-scented breath mingling with the pulsating club music, making it impossible to discern your true intent. Your glossy, clouded eyes from tonight's indulgences fastened onto his with an intensity that contradicted your intoxication.

Even in the dim, strobe-lit chaos of the club, Taehyung could see the pout of your lips, the unshed tears brimming in your eyes, speaking volumes of a story he was yet to understand. Before he could process the situation further, Yoongi was at his side, his expression tight with concern.

Misinterpreting the scene as a potential threat, Yoongi reached out, his grip gentle yet firm on your arm, attempting to disentangle you from Taehyung. "Hey, hey, hey. Let go," he calmly urged. Taehyung, still confused, watched as Yoongi tried to peel you off of him, his own hands raised in a gesture of peace, signaling he meant no harm. In the back of his mind, Taehyung knew this was more than just a drunken altercation. Something in your desperate plea, in the way you held onto the jacket as if clinging to a lifeline, hinted that something more was at play. "Are you okay?" Taehyung found himself asking, his voice barely audible over the club's din. The concern was genuine, a reflection of his nature, his instinct to empathize and offer help when possible. Yet, the noise all around made it hard to talk, to really hear, and to be heard. As Taehyung's words attempted to cut through the haze of alcohol and confusion, Seora emerged from the bathroom, her senses heightened by the sight before her.

There you were, surrounded by two men too close for comfort—one of whom had his hand firmly on your arm. In Seora's eyes, filtered through a haze of alcohol and protective instinct, this was nothing short of an ambush. With a battle cry fueled by a mix of adrenaline and alcohol, she charged forward, launching herself onto the back of one of the shorter men. "Let my bestie go!" she screeched, her voice barely audible over the music, her intentions clear as day as her arms locked around Yoongi's neck in a clumsy—but effective—hold. Caught completely off guard, Yoongi found himself with a human koala clinging to his back. "What the—Get off!" he exclaimed, trying to disentangle himself from Seora's surprisingly strong grip. Taehyung turned in surprise, his eyes widening behind his mask. "Holy shi—" "Back off!" Seora slurred, trying to sound threatening, but her unstable pose detracted a little from the effect. With one hand on you to keep you steady and the other extending out to try and pacify Seora, Taehyung once again attempted to mediate the rapidly escalating situation, "Hey, hey, just relax!" he tried to yell over the noise, "It was a misunderstanding!" but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Jungkook, witnessing the situation escalate, made a split-second decision. "I'm calling security," he announced, pulling out his phone. Security arrived in no time, their presence commanding as they assessed the scene. With practiced ease, they lifted both you and Seora—one over each guard's shoulder—as if you were no more than bags of flour. The two of you continued to flail around in your drunken wrath, but to no avail. "You can't do this to us! We're innocent!" Seora furiously slurred. "Put me down! This is a mistake!" you added, though your voice was muffled against the guard's shoulder. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook exchanged a worried yet relieved glance as you and Seora were dragged out of the club. They knew they had to slip out before their identities became the night's biggest story. The Uber ride home was a blur, both of you too intoxicated and exhausted to process the night's events fully.

You walked into your apartment completely exhausted; the last thing you remember before collapsing onto your bed and succumbing to sleep was the feeling of being utterly spent, both physically and emotionally.

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The harsh morning light was a rude awakening that did little to ease the pounding in your head as you tried to piece together a slew of jumbled memories from the night before.

The vivid image of your hoodie in the possession of a stranger felt more like a figment of a drunken dream than reality. As you lay there, attempting to string together the fragmented memories, Seora shuffled into your room, a disheveled reflection of last night's chaos. "Morning," she mumbled in a hushed, gravelly voice, makeup smeared across her face like the aftermath of a particularly wild art project. Her perfectly coiled hair suddenly gave off the appearance of a bird's nest—the curls sitting up at various angles. You blinked slowly, the events of the night beginning to come together into a somewhat coherent thought. "Hey," you croaked out, the word feeling like sandpaper against your throat. "Did... did all of that really happen last night?" Seora flopped down beside you, her phone clutched in one hand. "I wish I could say it was all a bad dream," she sighed, unlocking her device. "But, uh, we might have a bigger problem on our hands." Your curiosity getting the better of you, you propped yourself up on one elbow, squinting against the brightness to see her screen.

Hesitantly, Seora swiped up, revealing an article headlined, "BTS Member Attacked at Local Club?" Your eyes widened as you took in the blurry photo beneath the sensational title—a figure in a red hoodie, unmistakably the one you'd been obsessing over for weeks, caught in a moment of confrontation. The reality of the situation struck you like a ton of bricks. What you had dismissed as a drunken delusion was, in fact, a chaotic encounter with one of the biggest names in the music industry.

The implications of the article, while serious, were overshadowed by the surreal realization that your path had crossed with BTS's in such an unexpected and wild manner. "No way," you whispered, disbelief coloring your tone. The poor quality of the picture and the club's low lighting left most of the parties' identities up to the viewer's imagination. "That's... that's my hoodie." Seora gave a somber nod. "Yep. And according to this, one of the BTS members was attacked the previous night at the club. They think it was some crazed fan." A wave of nausea rolled over you, not from the hangover but from the sudden realization of the magnitude of the situation. "But... but that's not what happened. I mean, I thought I saw my hoodie and—"

"And you went after it like a crackhead to crack," Seora interjected, a wry smile tugging at her lips despite the gravity of the situation. "Only, it turns out you homed in on a K-pop idol instead of just some random thief." The absurdity of the situation would have been hilarious if it weren't so terrifyingly real. A groan escaped your lips as you hid your face in your hands. "What are we going to do? This is a nightmare." Leaning back, Seora looked up at the ceiling as though it contained the answers. "Well, for starters, we lay low. The article said the police are looking into it, but they haven't identified anyone due to the bad photos. We're just lucky the club lighting sucked." You nodded, the weight of the situation settling in. "Okay, okay, lay low. Yeah, I can do that." A pause, then, "But what about my hoodie? I mean, that's the whole reason this mess started." Seora turned to you, determination in her eyes. "We'll figure it out. But first, we gotta survive this scandal. Then, we plan our next move. Who knows? Maybe this will all blow over in a few days." The optimism was a thin layer over the uncertainty that lay beneath, but it was enough to push back against the rising tide of panic. For now, survival was the priority. The hoodie, and everything it represented, would have to wait. "Right," you voice, seemingly somewhat determined. "Survive first. Hoodie later." As Seora nodded, you both fell into a moment of silence, the reality of your newfound infamy like a thick shroud around your shoulders. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with potential pitfalls and consequences you could hardly imagine. But amidst the fear and the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this strange turn of events could eventually lead you back to your treasured hoodie, and with it, a piece of the brother you so dearly missed. For now, though, you had a scandal to weather, and weather it you would—together.

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