Chapter 3 - What did I do last night?

Okay, I might write through the whole night even though I've got work tomorrow. 

But who cares, this is waaayyy more important ...

Oh, and sorry if it takes some time until the hot stuff makes an appearance, but I always like to have some character building and some explanation to the relationship in my stories first. 

Jungkook's POV

He woke up with the worst headache of his life. 

Groaning, he rolled out of bed with no memory of how he had made in here. 

Holding his pounding head, he looked around. He was in his room back in their flat and everything seemed to be in order. 

He remembered bits and piece of his birthday party, mostly laughing and drinking- and some more drinking and then nothing. 

He stood- then looked down at himself. He was naked. Completely naked. 

Just as he turned to look for his clothes, someone burst through the door.

"JK, are you aw- oh, you are.."

His eyes met Hoseok, who started to grin widely. "The first time being drunk is always the best" he hooted, sending a sharp pain through his head.

He took a pillow and threw it at his laughing hyung, having turned completely red. "Get out you perv!" Hoseok laughed some more but turned. "Come on, JK, we're brothers. And it's not like it's the first time we've seen each other naked. We live together after all."

The moment the door closed, Jungkook quickly got dressed and headed out for the bathroom. 

When he opened the door, he nearly smacked into Jimin. 

His hyung looked up at him, his eyes huge and surprised and holding his gaze just a little too long to be normal. 

Then he lowered his eyes and pushed passed him. "It's all yours." he murmured and left. 

Jungkook looked after him baffled. What was that about? Usually, Jimin would be the first to tease him, especially after getting so wasted last night. 

After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, he finally made his way to their kitchen. It was already 1 in the afternoon but he didn't seem to be the only one to wake up late. 

Jin was making himself some ramen, looking like death himself while Taeyhung was bend over a cup of tee, holding his stomach like he was feeling sick. Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, so probably still in his bed. 

He went to stand beside Jin and also started to make some ramen. 

"So, what exactly did we get home?" Jungkook asked as he poured the boiling water over the noodles. 

There were two groans before Taehyung said: "No idea. I think Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin brought us home."

"Yes, we did!" Namjoon said as he also entered the kitchen, wearing that smile that was a mixture of fondness and annoyance. 

Jin let out another groan as he sat at the table next to Taehyung. "I don't think I have the brain for the interview today."

"Well, though luck. Our manager called already, reminding us to be at the make up studio at four, so you better be ready in three hours."

"Did something happened with Jimin last night?" Jungkook asked while adding the seasoning to his ramen. 

"Oh. Well, maybe he is still grossed out from when you puked all over the table and he had to hold you back from continuing to drink after that." 

Jungkook turned, dropping the spoon he was holding as he stared at his leader with an open mouth. 

"I did what?" 

Namjoon was laughing now. "Yeah. Apparently drunk you is very hard to handle. You need to work out less. Poor Jimin was having a hard time with your big baby ass. And when he finally did get you into your bed, you started taking all your clothes off and asking him to sleep with you."

Jin and Taehyung burst out laughing while Jungkook turned red and suddenly found his ramen very interesting. 

" Well, I guess I should apologize to Jimin-Hyung then."

"Are you kidding me?" Jin commented with a full mouth. "It serves him right. He's always teasing you anyways."

There was nothing Jungkook could say, so he kept his mouth shut and started eating. 

"Look what I found in a very dark room!" Hoseok beamed as he made it through the kitchen door with a very tired looking Yoongi by his hand, dragging the half-asleep boy behind him. 

Yoongi groaned a 'mornin' and immediately went to the sofa at the end of the room and dropped dead. 

Hoseok smiled fondly at him, then proceeded to make him breakfast- or rather lunch judging by the time. 

Jungkook was just taking a large portion of noodles in his mouth when Jimin entered. He nearly spat them out again. 

"Morning sunshines!" he announced as he walked in with his usual swagger, but still avoided looking at Jungkook. 

The ramen suddenly tasted like ash in his mouth. 

He tried not to make it obvious that he was watching as Jimin made himself a cup of coffee and walked back to his room. 

Jungkook hated being at odd with his friend, so he quickly put his ramen in the bin and followed his hyung. 

Yet he froze for a second before knocking on Jimin's door. 

He felt awkward- he had never felt awkward with Jimin except in those early days when he was still super shy and uncomfortable around everyone. 

But things had changed. Jimin had helped him out of that shell, always supporting him and making him feel better. And when his teasing started, that had also helped him become the confident person he was today. 

He took a deep breath and knocked. 

After a short "Yeah" from inside, he pushed the door open and saw Jimin on his bed, his laptop in front of him. 

The moment he saw Jungkook in the doorway, he closed his screen a little too fast to seem casual. His curiosity was spiked, but he put it aside for now. 

He smiled at his Hyhung and tried to behave like he usually did, which meant throwing himself on the bed next to him. 

Jimin scooted away a little- something that was definitely not normal. 

There was a moment of silence Jungkook hated. "So, I'm really sorry about yesterday." he started, trying to dissolve some of the tension between them. 

Jimin glanced over with an unreadable expression. He looked kind of cute today with his fluffy yellow hair and large blue button up shirt, which made him look even smaller. 

"You are?" 

Jungkook groaned and burring his head in Jimin's pillow. It smelled of him: A very soft smell of his aftershave and shampoo and something that was just Jimin-smell. 

"Yeah. Namjoon told me I puked and then the thing in my room where I took my clothes off- so embarrassing."

When Jimin didn't respond he took his head out of the hole he wanted to disappear in and looked at the other boy. 

Jimin looked unsure. "So, you don't remember what happened?" 

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. The way Jimin said it sounded dangerously like there was even more. 

"Oh god, what else did I do?" 

The breath Jimin released was both one of relieve and maybe disappointment? "You did nothing Jungkookie, don't worry. I'm just glad you're feeling better."

The tension between them dissolved and Jungkook felt a thousand times better, smiling broadly. 

"So, what were you watching earlier? Oh, are you turning red? Oh uh, Jimin are you watching dirty stuff on the internet?" 

Jimin pushed him off the bed with a bare foot and snorted. "I was googling how to get rid of annoying maknaes." 

Jungkook rubbed his backside from hitting the floor but laughed all the same. 

"Sorry to disappoint, but we are not easy to get rid of. You're stuck with me!" 

Jimin smiled mischievously. For some reason Jungkook never told him, but he found Jimin to be a very peculiar human being. He could go from evil and sexy, to caring to incredibly cute all in a matter of minutes. As an idol, they had to be able to do that of course, but no one could pull it off quite like Jimin. 

"Really? I may have made some photos last night. I think there would be soooo many fans who would just kill to see that naked bottom of yours." 

Now it was Jungkook's time to blush. 

And then attack his hyung on the bed with a " you wouldn't dare!" 

They hadn't had a wrestling fight since ages- not since he started hitting the gym three times a week. 

So Jungkook was more than a little surprised when he managed to get the upper hand after only a few seconds of struggling. 

Jimin might be small, but in that tiny body of his, he had a strength many people underestimated. And still, Jungkook could easily get the boy under him with an easy move and trap his hands over him. 

He was half kneeling on him, holding a very desperately struggling Jimin trapped beneath him. Jungkook laughed wickedly and Jimin trashed one more time before he went still, accepting his defeat. 

"Fine. You win. Now get off me, you weight a ton!" 

Jungkook was still smiling when he noticed that the first three buttons of Jimin's shirt had come undone and he could see the smooth, light skin beneath. Jimin was so pale. Pale and smooth, like made out of marble.

He felt his heartbeat speed up for some reason as he looked at the way he easily held Jimin trapped beneath him, not understanding why. His hands were tingling and his stomach made a weird loop- his hangover probably.

Jimin was looking back at him with big eyes, and Jungkook couldn't help but glance down at those soft, puffy lips that were half open in surprise. 

Suddenly, like being hit by a lightning, a memory flashed in his mind. He flew away from Jimin and stood next to his bed while the memory kept circling in his head. 

He looked at Jimin on the bed, his hair a mess from the fight, his clothes half opened and his cheek's reddened. 

Slowly he reached up to his own lips, remembering how it had felt when he had kissed Jimin last night. 

Kissed him! He kissed JIMIN?

He stood in the room like a lost puppy, while Jimin scratched the back of his head in a guilty manner. 

"So, I take it you remember now?" 

Jungkook didn't even know how to speak. 

HE KISSED JIMIN? 

"Look, it's no big deal. You were drunk- like really drunk, I get it. Let's just forget about it, Okay? It never happened." Jimin was blabbering and stumbling over his won words, he spoke that fast. 

Jungkook, no knowing what to do only nodded. 

Jimin let out a long breath. 

"So, are we good?" 

Again, he could only nod. 

He. Kissed. Jimin?

"Okay." 

"Okay," he breathed back. 

He suddenly felt like that shy little kid again, not sure what to do, so he just turned and fled the room.