addicted to you ; jjk

addicted to you (m)

Lips twitching as his lips move around the words, but no sound passes his lips. Once his eyes leave yours, he speaks, a smirk working its way to his lips, "I think you mean señoras, man,"

Taehyung 'ooh's into his bottle before drinking the last of his soju, all while you feel Jeongguk's eyes on you. Instead of looking at him, you busy yourself with ordering another round, Taehyung saving you by asking Jeongguk his order. The bottles of soju arrive in varying flavours, you and Taehyung going for strawberry and cherry while Jeongguk settles for plain soju.

While Jeongguk and Taehyung catch up, you sit in silence, hand wrapped around your bottle, trying to think of anything but the man beside you.

He's changed while he was gone, and while you were hoping his attractiveness would fade the longer he was away, it's only gotten worse. His hair is shorter and darker than when he left, blunt at the ends and falling just over his brow, barely covering the new piercing he has adorned himself with, the silver of it glinting just above his piercing stare that only seems to become more intense the longer he drinks, and the longer you pretend he isn't there.

You can't possibly acknowledge him now without Taehyung finding out everything - you had drunk enough soju to completely give yourself away if you were to fully appreciate Jeongguk in all his glory. The once clean, tan skin of his arm is now covered, blacked out in dark ink that seems to disappear up the sleeve of his t-shirt. You can't help but feel that you want to see where it ends.

A couple of hours pass like this, and soon the edges of your vision become blurry, everything moving a little slower as the soju just begins to take hold of you. You're tipsy, and you're warm, hot with Jeongguk's arm pressing against the side of you as he reaches over to speak to Taehyung. You're dizzy with the feel of him against you, and you're almost positive you felt his fingers brush your thigh, a whisper of a touch, almost like a promise against your bare skin.

"Gonna go to the bathroom," You shout to Taehyung above the noise, but he's too far gone to even care, soju being his biggest weakness when it comes to his tolerance for alcohol. He's currently moving between talking to Jeongguk and flirting with the waitress, and so you slip seamlessly off your seat and head towards the toilets. As you push between the bodies around the bar, you feel it. You feel Jeongguk's gaze shifting over to you, and you can't help it. You look.

His eyes are dark as they watch you, blinking slowly, the blush of the alcohol sitting high on his cheekbones. He drags a finger down the neck of the bottle while he watches you, and you swallow around nothing, turning away and finding the bathroom between the suffocating gaggle of people.

Heart thumping as your pulse beats wildly in your neck, you cling onto the basin for dear life, reluctant to see the mess Jeongguk's stare has made of you in the mirror. Your hands twist at the taps, cupping the cool water and splashing your face with it, though it does little to soothe the heat rushing beneath your skin. The blush on your cheeks refuses to leave, and you're fighting to find the will to return to the table when the door opens, slow and quiet, though you already know who's entering before you even look.

Jeongguk steps in, using his back to push the door closed before he fucking locks it. He locks the door. Trapping you in this room with him, forcing you to face him and the unfinished business that lies between the two of you.

"You never called," Jeongguk murmurs, almost shy save for the confidence in the way his eyes zone in on you, jaw tense and arms crossed over his chest as he rests back against the door.

You sigh, eyes closed as you face him through the mirror, "Jeongguk, people are going to need the bathroom - "

"I don't care," He steps towards you then, and you almost want to move back, but you don't. Jeongguk isn't going to hurt you, at least not physically, not in the way one would assume two people who can't stand each other would express themselves. He runs a hand through his hair, forehead dewy from the warmth of the bar, "I thought..."