"I'm going to drink after this mission is over," I muttered, slumping back into the seat.
"Me too. But... are you sure ghosts can drink?" Jungkook asked, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course. I drink water and tea, don't I? Alcohol shouldn't be any different."
We were on our way to Bogum hyung's mansion. No news channels had reported his death yet, which meant... he had survived.
"I need five bottles of soju," I mumbled under my breath.
Jungkook snorted. "You don't. You get drunk after just two or three shots, Tae."
I gasped, feigning offense. "Excuse me! For your information, I have a very high tolerance."
He shot me a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I remember you getting drunk after your second shot every time we went out drinking."
"No, I didn't," I whined, crossing my arms like a sulky child.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he teased.
I scoffed, but a smile crept onto my lips. The teasing felt warm—familiar. It brought back a memory... one of those nights when we used to drink together. Well—I drank. Jungkook just sat beside me, quiet and patient, always making sure I got home safe.
He had this insane alcohol tolerance. I didn't. But he never complained. Not once.
That's what made him different.
That's what made me fall in love with him.
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FLASHBACK – Six Years Ago
Author's POV
"KOOKIEEEE!" Taehyung yelled over the blaring music.
"What, Tae? And why are you shouting? I'm right next to you," Jungkook replied, utterly unfazed by his lover's drunken chaos.
"You don't like it when I call you Kookie anymore. You don't love me anymore!" Taehyung sniffled, lower lip trembling.
Jungkook's expression softened instantly. "No, baby. That's not true. I love you—and I'll keep loving you until the day I die. How could you even think otherwise, hmm?"
Taehyung blinked, eyes glassy as Jungkook gently wiped away his tears.
They were in a dimly lit club, celebrating Jungkook's graduation. The music throbbed through the floor, neon lights painting their faces in flashes of red and blue. Taehyung was drunk beyond reason, and Jungkook had stayed perfectly sober—like always.
"I know... and I love you too. So much. Sorry, Kookie," Taehyung mumbled, leaning into his chest like he belonged there.
Jungkook smiled, his hand stroking soft circles into Taehyung's back. "Let's get you home. You've had enough."
"Nooo. We didn't even celebrate properly! You're not even drunk," Taehyung slurred, clinging tighter to him.
"Baby, I celebrated just fine—thanks to you. But now I'm tired. Come on, yeah?"
After some stubborn pouting, Taehyung finally nodded. "Okay, Kookie."
Outside, the night air was crisp and biting. Taehyung shivered.
"You should've brought a jacket," Jungkook murmured, slipping off his own and wrapping it around Taehyung's shoulders.
Taehyung smiled up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, hair tousled. He looked like a painting—beautifully chaotic.
In the cab, Taehyung rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder, humming a random tune only he knew. Jungkook stayed quiet, thumb brushing gently over his knuckles.
When they reached Jungkook's apartment, he guided Taehyung inside and eased him onto the bed.
"Kookie, cuddle with me," Taehyung whined, arms open.
"Yes, baby. Just let me change your clothes first."
Jungkook helped him out of his tight outfit, grabbing an oversized, worn-in shirt. Taehyung giggled with every ticklish touch, eyes crinkling despite his foggy state.
Once Jungkook had changed too, he climbed into bed beside him.
"Now come here," Taehyung whispered.
"Always," Jungkook replied, pulling him close.
Taehyung leaned in for a kiss—soft and clumsy. Jungkook kissed him back... until it started to deepen. He gently pulled away.
"Why'd you stop?" Taehyung asked, breathless.
Jungkook exhaled, brushing the hair from his forehead. "You're drunk, baby. I don't want you to regret anything in the morning."
"But I won't. I could never regret anything with you, drunk or not," Taehyung said, pouting.
His messy hair, flushed cheeks, and deep brown eyes made him look like a dream gone wild—a beautiful mess Jungkook could never look away from.
"God, what am I gonna do without you, Tae?" he whispered.
"Exactly. You can't do anything without me. But you know what you can do with me?" Taehyung asked, grinning.
"What?"
"You can kiss me. Hug me. Cuddle me. Love me… Make love to me. But only me." His voice turned soft, his blush deepening.
Jungkook smiled and kissed his forehead. "That, I can do. And only with you."
"I love you, Jungkook. Only you."
"I love you more, mia orchidea."
After more whining, pecks, and sleepy giggles, Jungkook finally got him to sleep—wrapped in his arms, heart full.
That night was one of the last truly happy memories they shared…
Before the fights.
Before the silence.
Before everything quietly fell apart.
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A/N:
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