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“What were you even doing before? Why did you get so drunk?” “Met your friend,” Jimin mumbles and Yoongi’s insides flip around worryingly. “My friend?” “Mm, brown hair, cute smile.” Oh fuck, Yoongi thinks. “Taehyung?” “Yes, so kind…” “How the hell do you know Taehyung?”

Absolutely hammered beyond all sense. A faint feeling gnaws on Yoongi’s insides. It makes him worried and a bit curious about what caused this. It was only Wednesday after all. “Why’re you in my apartment?” Jimin chirps happily, a bit too close to his face for Yoongi’s sanity.

Dear god, he could handle much but not this. Not his neighbour whom he harbours a massive crush on giggling while peppering kisses all over his face with glossy lips and creasing eyes. “God, Jimin—” Yoongi cringes. He tries to lean away, definitely tries not to like it.

In a very energy draining haze, he manages to lower his neighbour to the floor, pull off his shoes, and then somehow get him to his feet again. It’s both better and worse when Jimin clings to his back as Yoongi drags him inside.

“You’re making about as much sense as a five year old,” Yoongi chuckles and pushes him back down. “Fine, I’ll get you some. Don’t move.” Jimin looks at him with a weird giddiness in his eyes, then drops his head onto the mattress and giggles to the ceiling like a lunatic.

“What are you talking about? Why’re you here then?” Jimin grumbles and sits up. Swaying dangerously, he leans back on his palms and dangles his feet off the bed. “Pants.” “You want softer pants…?” Yoongi asks, confused. “Mm… Maybe.”

“No, honey, nobody, it was a joke,” Yoongi snorts. “Come on, shoes off.” Jimin says something so incredibly slurred Yoongi doesn’t even try to make sense of it.