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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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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?"

[caughtinalie]

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.