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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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There's a moment before Jimin opens the bottle where Jungkook is tempted to stop him, seeing the seal, wondering if it might be less trouble simply to stick with one of the options that's already been opened. The bottle looks expensive, after all, and even if Jungkook doesn't strictly have reason to believe that Jimin's parents would raise a hand against their son, they're still not exactly the doting type who would laugh at a lark. But Jimin opens the bottle, and caution fades behind the veil of curiosity.

He laughs at the face Jimin makes, which pretty much sums up how Jungkook currently feels about everything other than the soju.

"Sure," he agrees readily, taking the bottle into his own hands. Jimin's comment about mixers is a distant thought, but the point of shots is to take things straight, right?

Jungkook tilts the bottle back, a flow of liquid slipping by his lips, spicy and bitter and burning. It takes all of Jungkook's energy not to spit it right back out, a hasty swallow followed by a cough and watery eyes.

"What the shit," he laughs, burying his face in the crook of Jimin's neck.

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As long as Jimin's known him, he's pretty sure he's never seen Jungkook bow before a challenge. This time is no different as he eyes the bottle warily for only a moment before taking it from Jimin and bringing it to his lip. His cute little nose is already wrinkling even before the first splash of liquid passes his lips and Jimin can't help laughing at the way his entire face scrunches up into the most offended look Jimin's ever seen.

To his credit, he swallows, and Jimin's still laughing when he ducks against Jimin's shoulders, coughing and sputtering.

Carefully, Jimin takes the bottle back before Jungkook can drop it or spill it, reaches over with his other hand to lightly pet at Jungkook's hair, trying to soothe even through his laughter. "I don't think shots are supposed to taste good," he says, like some sort of condolence. He presses a kiss to the top of Jungkook's head before smoothing his hair again, murmuring against him. "You okay? You good?"

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Still biting back a few coughs, Jungkook nuzzles his nose deeper against Jimin's shirt, letting the older boy comfort him — playing up his dismay just a little for the excuse to cuddle closer. There are very few people in the world around which Jungkook feels as much ease as he does Jimin, and that fact is made all the more plain with alcohol coursing through his veins, making him clingier, a touch more affectionate.

"I'm fine," he stubbornly claims, despite the fact that his tongue and his throat both are still burning. This part of drinking is definitely overrated. Just a step above downing medicine.

But the fingers running through his hair go a long way in soothing him, and Jungkook gradually finds the tension leaving his shoulders, his body, as he lets himself relax fully.

"Mm," he murmurs, sleepily opening one eye to look up at Jimin. "Is it hyung's turn?"

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Jungkook's response is rough and indignant and Jimin doesn't bother fighting another giggle, still carding his fingers through the younger boys's dark, smooth hair. There's something pleasing about the way Jungkook continues leaning against him, like he's soaking up Jimin's warmth in a way Jimin loves. They've been like this since as long as Jimin can remember and he wouldn't trade it for anything. The easy affection is addictive, such a striking contrast to the cold sterility of his home. He can't help but soak it up while it's here.

He only drops his hand away when Jungkook shifts against him, head tipping back to smile blearily up at Jimin.

"Fair's fair," he agrees, giving the back of Jungkook's neck a brief squeeze before taking the bottle with both hands since it's too big to handle with just one. He leans forward a little, careful not to jostle Jungkook too much in the process, and brings it to his lips. The smell of it stings before the liquid even touches his lips and he imagines the face he makes must be a mirror to what Jungkook's was as he forces himself to swallow it down, sputtering on an exhale and cringing at the acrid aftertaste.