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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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[violenceinme]

"You're only in trouble if you get caught!" Taehyung takes advantage of the way that Jungkook shakes his hand, laughing a little at the contact and purposely tangling their fingers in an overly complicated game that he makes up as he goes. The blood rushing to his head, he leans over and noses at Jungkook's temple with a grin, then throws his arms over his head so that his knuckles graze the floor.

He's supposed to be a good influence, he knows, but it's easier to just be Jungkook's friend, most days, than a guiding force. And it eases his heart more to know that Jungkook is happy and healthy than to know that he's scoring well on his exams.

"You don't have to go home yet, you know. It hasn't been that long, and I know you, you were probably drowning in notes before you came out here, hm? So stay a little longer with us, and have Seokjin hyung take you back when you're tired. You can sleep in the car, too." He nods, considering that good enough advice. "What did you drink?"

[lovestrippedbare]

"I'm not skilled like hyung; I always get caught," Jungkook laughs, just the barest hint of a wry tone lingering beneath the words. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, reflexively yanking it down, making sure that it's covering his torso. Today, things aren't so bad. The marks of arguments past are relatively faint, nothing that he can't pass off as a bump against a dresser or slipping on the kitchen counter.

He wonders, faintly, if he'll get caught for coming out tonight. His parents think that he's at Hoseok's, it's a place he can usually stay without incurring too much of his parents' wrath — and he got permission from his mother to stay out later than usual. But if he comes home with alcohol on his breath…

With a small exhale, Jungkook presses his lips together.

"Ah, I don't care," he breathes, shaking his head and letting his arms hang again, mirroring Taehyung. "I'll sleep when I'm dead. Mmm, I had… soju? Mostly soju. All the flavored ones. I'm afraid to try the vodka because of the faces everyone makes when they drink it, but the soju's nice, it's like… spicy juice."