Her expression bleeds into a mix between utopia and serenity as the soothing sound of her giggle perfuses through the room, blending into the air like a sweet fragrance for his senses. Seeing Park Chaeyoung in such a state was less was privilege almost, like a small slice of cake — though nevertheless, isn’t something that he wasn’t used to. He’d seen her smiling more times than he can count and each time that he did, she’d leave a lasting impression just as impactful as the first. 

She was someone who gave and shared her sweetness without a second thought.

Jeon Jungkook could never grow tired of the endless joy behind her eyes and the mellow tune of her voice, rich in its own flavour. 

She’s a little tipsy, he notes by the way a red flush seeps through her usually milky toned skin and the way her eyes remain heavy, as though she were treading on the line between being tired and falling asleep. He knows well that their ‘lemon lime bitters’ were beginning to take effect by the way she leans sluggishly against the wall. From the minute the boys were home, he’d been looking for a time where the two could talk in private, but unsurprisingly, his attempts were unsuccessful. 

The house was vibrant without her, but she was the kind of woman who introduced a new spectrum of shades.

Instead, Jeon Jungkook simply stares as she gets onto her two feet on route to the kitchen, picking up another lemon lime bitter. Quickly intercepting, he gets up and follows before tapping on her shoulder gently. 

“Chaeyoung I think you should take a break you’re quite tipsy already,” he almost hums, “… do you want me to take you home so you can rest?” 

She shakes her head, “… I’m fine you don’t need to worry about me I promise.” 

A small smile tugs across her lips as she takes a sip of the drink and he knows, that he needs to speak up befor