Jeon Jungkook

You had an enemy, Jeon Jungkook. He infuriated you by constantly pushing you around. He'd make a joke or something. You were a decent girl. Your parents told you to be home by 9 pm and that you'd be back by 9 o'clock sharp. They told you to text the numbers of the friends you were hanging out with, and you did. You didn't smoke or drink. Jungkook was the complete opposite. Girls, cigarettes, alcohol—that's what made him cool. But he never did drugs; he said he wouldn't even touch that crap. Once, he joked about how proper you were and how you never broke the rules. This offended you, so you decided to prove him wrong. For the first time in your life, you lied to your parents, telling your friend that you were spending the night at her house because you were working on a project. You went to a party at one of your classmates' houses. You showed up wearing Jungkook's long-sleeved black shirt (you'd deliberately stolen it while he was at boxing practice) and denim shorts. At first, you felt awkward, but then, when they offered you something to drink, you accepted and got bold. We were having fun and dancing. You'd already downed about ten shots of vodka. Suddenly, there was a bang. The door burst open, and Jungkook stormed in, furious as hell. He strode toward you, your legs gave way, and you fell into his arms. He squeezed you tight in his strong embrace. The music stopped. Everyone stared at you. He glared at the crowd. You could hear the urge to punch everyone in the face in his voice : "What kind of idiot let her drink that much?!" I'm asking you, bitches, SPEAK UP! WHO GAVE HER ANYTHING TO DRINK?!

Follow the line like you're drunk, have fun