161120 Somebody ft. Jeon Jungkook     You’re watching your drama when Jungkook comes home. It’s late past midnight and his face is slightly flushed, his walking unstable. He steadies himself against the wall as he tries to make his way over. Shaking your head, you hurry to him and hold him up.   “Did you drink a lot?” You ask an obvious question. He’d just had a celebratory dinner with s and company staff. Being the “adult” he is, there’s no way he didn’t drink.    He smiles a bunny smile at you. “A little bit?” He indicates by pressing his thumb and index fingers together. You ruffle his hair — it’s a happy day so you decide to let him off on this.   “Go wash up and sleep,” you tell him. You push him in the direction of the bathroom before returning to your seat on the sofa to continue watching the drama. The smell of alcohol suddenly invades your senses.   “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Jungkook is standing behind the sofa, his body bent down to hug you. This kid, he’s clingy drunk and sober.    “Yeah, go wash up.”    He frowns. “That’s it?” His eyes turn to glare at the handsome actor now showing up on the screen. He points at the innocent TV. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”   “What are you talking about? Jungkook-ah, you’re drunk. Just go to sleep.”    “So you can go back to your date with him? In our house? How dare he come in, I’m going to-” He charges forward with his fist clenched only to fall onto the sofa he forgets is blocking his way. His legs are draped over the backrest while his hands hang down to the floor.    You don’t hide your sigh. Standing, you use every ounce of your strength to carry his oversized body over. You push him to sitting position where you struggle to remove his jacket. It takes a while with his endless fidgeting but once you’ve taken his jacket off, you the top couple of buttons on his shirt and carefully lay him down. Then, he