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[caughtinalie]

Jimin isn't honestly sure where his dad is. It's on a notepad somewhere, a hastily scribbled hotel and address, but he doesn't care enough to go looking. His mom's out, too. She'd texted him earlier in the evening, a quick, I'll be working late. There's sixty thousand won in the desk upstairs for dinner.

But it's not dinner Jimin's interested in.

He's known the location of the liquor cabinet for the past three years. He doesn't always take advantage, tries to pretend to be the good boy he's supposed to be, the one who only sometimes gets in trouble when he's not inside a hospital.

But sometimes...

There's a bottle of opened grapefruit soju that he finishes off first all by himself. His cheeks warm and flushed, he considers the C1 Blue before sending the text, waits a few minutes, then grins when he gets the replies. Minutes later, he's opening it and taking a quick swig, sinking back into his chair as he waits for his friends.

It's always more fun when he's not alone.

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[lovestrippedbare]

At first, the movement sends a jolt of fear to Jungkook's stomach, worried that Yoongi has finally had enough, that he's interested in getting back to the fun and making sure the other boys aren't feeling neglected or lacking in company. Instead, he feels Yoongi's breath fanning across the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine, and an arm slung casually over his waist — perfect and too damned high all at once. Jungkook's breath quickens, a quiet buzzing ringing through his ears before he goes for it, shifting his arm to pull Yoongi just slightly closer, the movement serving as an excuse to lay the both of them horizontally on the couch with a careful tug.

They're just drunk. Dizzy. A little nap will be a good forcing function to stop their drinking before it gets out of hand. It's all reasonable, none of it outside the realm of what they do already, last-minute sleepovers whenever there needs to be a change of scenery.

(He hasn't spent the night at Yoongi's yet, but maybe, maybe it's just because Yoongi's dad is strict.)

"Depends," he murmurs, lips still pressed against Yoongi's hair. "Do we also get to judge while drunk?"

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Oh, this, this is better and so much worse, Yoongi thinks. Stretched out on the couch like this, curled together, it would be so easy to move closer still and rest his head on Jungkook's chest, let him wrap both arms around him. He could fall asleep like that happily. Sometimes that feels like the secret to all of it; being unhappy so often doesn't have anything to do with Jungkook, but right now, he wonders if maybe having him would make it go away. If he could really be happy just like this.

He huffs out a laugh, wriggling onto his side and tipping his head up to look at Jungkook, not realizing just how close that will put their faces until it's too late. It knocks the answer clear of his brain for a moment, heart leaping into his throat. How easy, how easy, it would be... He closes his eyes so he won't keep looking at Jungkook's lips, though it doesn't do anything to stop him from thinking about them. "Definitely," he says, a little slurred from drink and weariness. It's so cozy right here. Maybe if he's quiet he can stay here like this for the rest of the night. Maybe Jungkook will let him. "I don't think sober judging is fair."

[lovestrippedbare]

Maybe this is risky, Jungkook realizes in retrospect, glancing down to meet Yoongi's gaze. He's tempted to lift his free hand, to skirt a finger across Yoongi's forehead, to push away errant locks of hair and trace along the curve of his cheekbone. From where Yoongi's resting, Jungkook swears that his hyung must be able to hear the racing of his heart, beating almost out of his chest. Every small shift of his body presses him up against the planes of Yoongi's body, long and slender and so close. He sighs, aches for more contact.

Can't risk it. Not like that.

Instead, he lifts his free arm at last, draping it over Yoongi's back to hold him anchored there. It'd be nice to drift away to sleep like this, the both of them tangled up in each other, the weight of Yoongi's body holding loneliness at bay. He hates how right it feels. But maybe if sleep takes him, then Jungkook won't have to notice when this finally comes to an end.

"It's a date, then," he murmurs. "Drinks and dancing."

[likedriedflowerpetals]

Yoongi smiles, quick and soft, eyes opening again to look into Jungkook's. He has the prettiest eyes, such a beautiful shade of brown, his lashes so long. It is, perhaps, more eager than he should let himself be, hearing those words, but he can't help it, too unguarded right now to control himself as well as he should. Right now, being held like this, everything feels good and right for a change, like he's safe — dangerously enough, like he's wanted.

When he drinks, a lot of the time, he gets more cheerful, but tonight, everything has him quietly content, if a little wistful. It's so easy to imagine how different things could be if they were like this, how happy they could be together if there were even the smallest chance Jungkook could like him, too. Could love him. He can't be selfish, though. This is too nice to ruin with wishing for more, even as he does exactly that, thinking about pressing kisses to Jungkook's cheek, to his forehead, his jaw, or moving his hand lower to rest at his hip instead of draping over his back. He doesn't dare move at all.

"Okay, yes," he says with the slightest of nods. "A date." He closes his eyes again, letting himself take it all in, the soft weight of arms around him, the warmth of Jungkook's body where they press together, not quite close enough, details to remember for later when he's trying to imagine good things to help himself sleep, to shut out the bad thoughts and the voices. "I like this."