Drunken Love

Description

There are two sides to Jeon Jungkook.

The first being the cynical, rational, logical bastard.

The second being the one that's open and high as a kite.

A/N: So I'm back with another venting fic. But this one has no personal experience whatsoever, I just got the idea completely out of the blue. I say it's still venting because it's based on the guy I wrote about as Jungkook before. Why I always depict this guy as Jungkook, I don't even know the answer myself so don't ask me. This demon fic I'm working on is completely from scratch and that one is Jin-main. I really hope that this doesn't become a pattern. But oh well, as long as I'm writing. So urmmm...slight rated stuff in the middle that serves no purpose except to give you feels... I'm never gonna write in my life just so you know. You're gonna be hearing this again when I publish the Jin fic, trust me. And if no one gets the BTS/Shinhwa reference at the end of the chapter, I'm gonna cry. Just look up the words in italics of you don't know. And then check out BTS lives. That's all the hints I'm giving.

Enjoy~ Bye guys~

UPDATE 01/31/15: Also, if you want to check out all the Bangtan fics that I've published, I've decided (because I have published so many more Bangtan fics since this one) to make a BTS Masterpost. If you want to see all the other fics I've published plus ones that I'm working on, just click the GIF below. I update it every time I publish a new fic.

Foreword

Jungkook has always been a closed and locked up book. I feel like this “friendship” we have isn’t even that; we insult each other and argue too much. I vent all of my problems out on him, but that’s only when I actually get to talk to him. Usually, he would either be busy doing homework or he would just not respond to me. But when I ask him what I am to him, he says he thinks of me as a friend. So why do I feel as though he only said it because I was depressed that day to cheer me up and he doesn’t really mean it? Quite frankly, why am I even helping him?

Oh, that’s right. I love him. Screw the limbic system of my brain for giving me emotions. Why can’t mine be disabled like his? He has such a tight leash on his emotions, I’m so jealous.