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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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[venomambition]

"Oh no, no," Hoseok responds when Jungkook uses the word 'Instagram', sitting up straighter on the couch, his brain sloshing a little in his skull with the motion. "I'm not, Kookie..." He sets down his drink, turning a serious eye on Jungkook.

"It would be so embarrassing if I posted like that," he tries to explain, his intoxicated mind spinning with the comments he would surely receive, the judgment. "I dance because I love it. It's never going to more than that."

He can't really explain, because he doesn't have the right words, because he doesn't like thinking about it let alone trying to say it out loud.

"It's so sweet that you're trying. You're so sweet. Thank you." He reaches out to pat Jungkook softly on the knee.

[lovestrippedbare]

Jungkook watches, blinking innocently, as his hyung pushes back against his ideas. It's hard not to let the disappointment show on his face, especially when alcohol makes all of the emotions slip that much quicker. They've spoken enough in the past that Jungkook has a sense of where Hoseok's shame might stem from — Jungkook's no stranger to the prejudices of society. But he's always felt of the Internet being a great equalizer. The one place where anonymity can help brush over details that might otherwise be revealed under scrutiny.

To hell with what society thinks. Jungkook knows that his hyung has talent, the way that he moves, fluid and alive. Who wouldn't want to see that?

"People would like it," Jungkook says softly, one last entreaty as he drops a hand on top of Hoseok's, both stacked on his knee. He knows he's a kid to his hyungs. But maybe even a kid can bring insight to the table. "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, hyung. I can come watch though, right? Even if you won't post it to Instagram."