IT TOOK ME A THOUSAND YEARS || Taekook ||

Chapter 11

Let's say both -Jimin and Jeongguk were facing inner turmoils which were very easily winning against them. Maybe both of them needed company to drink their worries away with, cry over their boyfriend, and a particular professor if we were to consider Jimin's case.

He hasn't been crushing or making passes on Yoongi for all those months blindly. The said vampire, too, had shown signs of softening towards him. The teasing, the mocking, and the cocky behaviour had all been just for fun at first. It all used to be something to rile the other up just so that Jimin himself would have an amusing day.

It's not just for fun anymore.

Jimin had decided maybe he should stop pestering the other after that biting incident.

And believe me when I say he tried.

He tried not to tease the man by whistling (he knows it's too old school but anything to rile up the ever so composed Mr Min) when he passed by him the next morning. He tried not to greet him by teasing him about how pretty he looked in that red and white sweater that had 'love' printed all over it. He had tried not to stare at his cute little ass in those black leather pants as he waddled his way out of the lecture hall.

He tried.

And now he knows that you can't crush on someone for 7 months and keep it limited to merely crushing. He was a whipped man, and if there's anything he has learned from his bias wrecker from Bangtan, it's that he was nice and that he should keep going. Unrelated, but who cares? He was drunk, everything had two heads, and he was whining about his nonexistent love life to his Majesty- who was just as drunk. So yeah, there wasn't any need for anything to make sense right now.

But how did he get here?

Oh yeah, ~ Hoseok had called him over to his Majesty's place. Something along the lines that his Majesty demanded his presence and a warning of some sort to be mentally prepared?

The Shaman should have warned him about preparing his guts instead. Who would have known that the poor alpha, otherwise known as Jimin, was called over for a drink off? The Progenitor was drinking like there is no tomorrow -as if his stomach was made to house those gallons of alcohol that were being consumed without any second thoughts.

Guess being immortal meant lesser pity for the organs which were struggling to function.

Of all things, Jimin could never have fathomed that he would be called upon to be his Majesty's drinking partner. Hoseok being a Shaman, does not drink, and Jeongguk can't rant about loving Taehyung to shreds to Taehyung himself, can he?

He was first a bit hesitant at first, drinking in front of his grace. But here he was drinking and whining about his whipped ass to his Progenitor, who was surprisingly lending his ears for the brunette's continuous blabbering and mental breakdowns. First, about his bias's cute pout and gummy teeth and then about Min Yoongi. He was ignoring him real bad as if he was a fungus-ridden mochi -his words, not mine.

Jimin was in the middle of singing a very messy and drunk version of the truth untold when he heard the loud shattering of glass behind him. The bartender seemed to have dropped one from the counter.

"Little Park why-" Jeongguk began but was interrupted by Jimin; the alcohol seemed to have pumped some courage in him, made the younger a lot braver it seemed.

"- Please don't call me that," he whined, seemingly scolding the Progenitor. 

"I am not a kid anymore, call me by my surname if you can't call me by my name! Just get rid of that -little-," he continued to whine.

Jeongguk, who was caught off guard by this defiance, looked at him with wide eyes. No one has talked to him like that since forever. Not even Hoseok dares to attempt such ways of conversation with him. He wouldn't reprimand his behaviour, he had no malice behind it, but he wasn't able to stop the frown from growing on his face. He didn't want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere that had unexpectedly built up between them.