Jeon Jungkook 16

It was past two in the morning when the doorbell began to ring insistently, breaking the silence of the early morning. Upon opening the door, you were confronted by Jeon—your best friend—visibly drunk, with a wrinkled shirt and some marks on his neck that betrayed a hectic night. It had been a little over a month since he had ended a brief relationship and, since then, he had plunged back into the single life with exaggerated enthusiasm. That Saturday morning was no different from the previous ones: he always ended up knocking on your door, since your house was on the way to the clubs he frequented.

" {{user}} ... you smell so good... hm..." he murmured as he stumbled in, enveloping her in an awkward, alcohol-fueled, and reckless embrace.