*when Milo decides to drink on their day off during a tour*

(Some part of this imagine may be triggering or offensive or cringey. I don't mean any harm, this is all fake but something I had in my mind to write. Skip this part if uncomfortable.)

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Feeling lonely and emotional, you go to V's hotel room and knock several times at the door.

"V-ssi!!! Open up!"

Only a few seconds later, he opens the door and lets you inside, looking a bit lost at your sudden greeting. You walk past him and run to his bed, jumping on it and falling flat on your back with a huge smile.

"Tae Tae!!! I wanna hug!" You say in a playful child-like voice.

Tae calmly walks to your presence on the bed, his oversized brown coat catching your eye.

"Milo-ssi, I'm doing a vlive right now..." He says in the most gentle tone.

"Oh! You're on vlive?" You sit up and glance at his laptop open on his desk & sure enough you can see it's recording. "Oh. My bad."

"That's fine.. "

"I wanna hug!!" You whine and open your arms wide while looking up at your little brother.

He lets out a snicker and shyly wraps his long arms around you. You wrap your arms around his warm body and pull him down with no hesitation, making him lose his balance and lay on top of you. You squeeze into the hug, feeling better.

"Huggies!" You giggle as Tae groans.

"Have you been drinking?" He asks in a soft whisper, raising his and your body up from the bed, clearly uncomfortable with the position you put him in.

"Mmmmaaybeeeee."

He stands back to his feet, letting you go and you do the same. He quickly walks to his laptop and says: "Sorry about that, ARMY. Milo-ssi, s-say hi."

You look into the screen, seeing several comments whiz by the screen as you wave. "Hi ARMYYYYY! I'm just here to bother Tae."

Tae takes his seat at his desk, his eyes scanning the screen. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin against the side of his head while sighing. He was so comfy.

"Everyone, Milo-ssi was just leaving... say byeeee!"

"Wah, you just gonna kick me out?!" You pout.

"You need to brush your teeth," he mumbles to you. His thick eyebrows knit together in disgust.

"Agh, so mean. I just wanted a hug!!"

You whine while standing to your feet and waving more at ARMY thru the camera.

"See you later ARMY. T-Take care of Taehyung while I'm gone. Tae, have fun with ARMY."

"I will..." His tired voice replies.

"Were you in the middle of a serious talk?" You ask, looking down at your brother.

"Kinda." He says with gritted teeth, but he hides his annoyance well. He fixes his beret hat and glances at his computer screen.

"Well, I'll see you later. Have fun," you say while leaving his room. But as you open his door to walk out, you run into Hobi who greets you with a huge smile and a laugh.

"OH MILO-SSI!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"No! Tae, you have a visitor but you don't want him here!" You try to push the door closed to block Hobi from entering, but he pushes back while laughing.

"Wh- Why can't I come in? Huh? It's a free country." He asks while pushing his way inside.

You stumble over your feet but continue to block his path, grabbing his arms and pushing him back towards the door with much force. All Hobi does is laugh at your weird antics.

"Why are you blocking me? Are you hiding something? Is there something I'm not supposed to see?" He grabs your arms and pushes back, smiling the whole time.

"Hyung--"

"V's on vlive-- don't bother him!" You yell.

"Why are you guys.. Ugh." You hear Tae scoff from his seat.

"Milo gained a lot of strength recently. Wh- they really don't want me to come in."

Hobi finally breaks free of your hold, pulling you along with him as he walks into V's space. Tae looks annoyed and tired.

"Hyung, what do you want?" V asks Hobi.

"I was just passing by to say goodnight, but I guess I came at the wrong time. You're on live?" Hobi asks, now holding you tight in his arms as you still fail to pull him from the room.

"Uh-huh."

"Hi ARMY!!" He cutely waves into the camera before glancing at Tae and moving away from his desk. "Okay. I'll leave you alone. And I'll take Milo-ssi who's still acting strange."

"They might've drunk too much..."

"Oh, you're drunk?"

"Drunk in LoooVvveEee!!!!" You sing out, purposely off tune.

"Oh. Wow. My ears." Hobi drags you out of the room as you continue to sing and giggle. "Bye, Taehyungie!"

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In the hall, you finally let go of each other.

"You should sleep."

"I'm not sleepy!"

"You will be after that alcohol wears off," Hobi states with a chuckle. You ignore him and skip down the hall, stopping at a door.

"Come on." Hobi walks ahead of you but stops as you press a member's doorbell. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna see Yoongi-hyung."

You knock on his door several times while ringing his doorbell. You also yell: "YOONGI-AH!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!! YOONGI!!!"

"What are you doing? You're gonna get yelled at." He scrunches his face at you while checking the hallway for people.

"YOONGI-AHHH!!!" You yell and continue to bang on his door.

"Stop. Stop. Stop." Hobi grabs your hands and moves them away from the door. "He's probably in the bathroom. Let's just go."

"Noooo... I wanna see him!" You whine even louder, confusing him with your behavior.

The door jerks open and a frowning Yoongi appears in a house coat.

"What are you doing?" He asks in an annoyed tone, his Daegu accent making an appearance. He only opens the door a few inches, hiding his full body.

"Oh, Suga. I'm trying to take Milo to bed, but they're acting strange."

"I wanna hug! Can I come in?" You ask in a sweet voice, pushing against the door.

"No. I'm about to go to bed. Why were you beating on my door like a madman?" He grumbles.

"So you could hear me. Yoongi-ah, let me innnnnnn!" You smile and reach for his arm but he steps back.

"Why aren't you using honorifics?"

"Yoongi-oppa, let me in~~~" You whine as a giggle slips out.

"Oppa?!" Hobi exclaims in surprise. You never call any of them that; it was so out of your character.

"Is Milo drunk?" Yoongi asks, not a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess they've been drinking."

"I want a hugggg!" You whine as Yoongi opens the door wider, allowing you to hug him, but he backs away quickly.

"Milo-ssi, come with me." Hobi says, noticing Yoongi's mood.

"Seriously, go to bed. And don't come to my room anymore," Yoongi spat.

Hobi pulls you out your older brother's room and says goodbye. Yoongi quickly slams the door shut as the two of you are left in the hallway.

"You're doing too much, seriously. It was cute before... but everyone's trying to sleep." Hobi scolds you while leading you down the hall. His arm is looped with yours and you can't help but feel giddy.

"Yes, daddy..." You lean your head on his shoulder with a huge grin. You hear his groan.

"Don't. That's weird."

"Hyungs! What are you doing?" You both run into a smiling Jungkook wearing all black and a boat hat.

"I'm taking Milo to their room because they had too much to drink."

Jungkook gasps while looking at you. "Oh, hyung. Is that true?"

"I only had one drink... or two. Kekeke," you cackle.

"What are you doing? You should be in bed, too. All you guys stay up too late," Hobi says, referring to us maknaes.

"I'm gonna bother Jiminie hyung." 

Jungkook's mischievous bunny smile shows as he knocks several times on Jimin's door.

"Ah, don't. Go to bed, seriously."

"YOU go to bed. We're grown-- we can do whatever we want!!" You talk back in your child-like tone. Jungkook watches on in amazement.

"Ah, whatever. Don't do anything crazy. Seriously, sleep!" Hobi walks across the hall and unlocks his door with a tired huff.

"Goodnight, hyung!" Jungkook exclaims.

You press Jimin's doorbell several times, a huge playful smile on your face. Jungkook watches you and chuckles.

"It's dessert time," you say, your tongue sticking out of your mouth.

"Dessert?"

"Mhm. You know what's good in Busan right?" You ask with a smirk.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and chuckles. "Me."

"And jibooty." You stick your tongue out and press the doorbell again. "OPEN UP!! THIS IS THE FBI! REMAIN CALM."

Kookie laughs at your craziness, watching your every move. Finally, the door opens and Jimin's worried face appears.

He exhales and rolls his eyes before opening the door wider. "You scared me. I thought I was in trouble or something."

Jungkook walks in first, confidently making his way inside and plugging his Bluetooth speaker into a random outlet. "Hehehehehe."

You also walk in, your eyes get brighter seeing Jimin in a robe with wet hair.

Kinky.

He closes the door behind you.

"Why are you guys here?"

"Did you eat?" Jungkook asks.

Jimin nods. "I just finished taking a lower-body bath. Who was ringing my doorbell so much? Jungkookie?"

"No, it was Milo-ssi. They're hilarious," Jungkook says while on his phone.

"Milo?" Jimin looks at you, his jaw dropped and eyes wide. "That's not something you'd do."

"Well, I DID IT." You say in his face, causing him to plug his noise and frown.

"Ugh. Have you been drinking? You need some mouthwash."

Jungkook laughs and you lick your lips ignoring his question.

"Enough talk. We came here for dessert," you say while eyeing him up and down. He notices and takes a step back, moving toward Kookie.

"What do you want?" His eyes narrow.

"Some jibooty." You state without hesitation. You charge at Jimin, trying to open his bath robe but he moves away and stares at Kookie with fear.

"Stop! What's wrong with them?! Are you sure that's Milo-ssi?"

Kookie shrugs and his speakers start to play 'Singularity' by BTS. V's deep sensual voice fills the room, turning you on as you corner Jimin. Kookie grabs Jimin's shoulders from behind and keeps him in place while you approach him, rubbing your hands together and decreasing the space between the both of you.

"Jimin-ssi... you've been a bad boy," you say with an evil giggle.

Jungkook bursts out laughing and strengthens his grip on a wriggling Jimin's shoulders.

"Stop, Jungook-ah. Let go of me!"

Jimin raises an eyebrow while yelling,  looking totally confused and unamused. You grab the hand towel from around his neck, pulling it slowly while smirking, then demand Kookie to turn him around. Now with Jimin's back facing you, you grab his hands, pull them aggressively behind his back, and tie the towel tightly around his wrists.

"You're under arrest, young man..." Your voice becomes lower and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in excitement -- and fear. You've never done this before. Or even said something remotely sexual towards Jimin. But tonight the alcohol was talking, not you.

He tries to remove his wrists from their towel "handcuffs" but fails.

"What are you doing! Seriously?" A nervous chuckle emits from his lips.

"Having fun. Jungkook-ah, you can let him go. I got him." 

He loosens his grip on the older's shoulders as you grab Jimin's arm, pulling him towards the bed and flinging him onto it. With a yelp, he lands on his stomach giving you the perfect shot of his toned butt through his robe. After drooling over the sight, you smack his butt cheek hard a few times without hesitation. There was no fat, no jiggle. Pure buns of steel. The thought of your hand massaging his cheeks gave you chills which surged throughout your body.

Jungkook laughs before running beside you to kick his hyung in the butt.

"What are you guys doing?!" Jimin shouts while rolling over to his back, a small tint of humor still present in his voice. You prevent your eyes from scanning below his belt line.

"I told you we're having fun." You smirk before straddling him on the bed and slipping your finger under the collar of his robe, trailing it downward as you push aside the cloth to reveal more of his toned chest.

"Jungkookie -- tell Milo to stop!! Why aren't you helping me?!" Jimin yells, his eyes looking chaotically at the younger.

You hear another chuckle and the sound of chips crunching. "I only came here to eat your snacks. Milo is your problem, not mine."

Your finger trails even more south, tracing over his nipple then coming in contact with his six pack. You gulp, hesitating for a second as you see the masterpiece before you; the slightly tanned skin, the hills and valleys. His robe is completely open now, his top-half open for viewing. You couldn't believe what the alcohol was making you do...

You watched as fear made its appearance in his eyes; you felt his warm skin, his warm body crushed beneath you; you watched as his chest rose and fell with every passing moment. You knew what you wanted to do with him.

"Milo-ssi!! Get off, seriously. I don't have anything under this. Please." Jimin whispers the last part.

As if you didn't know. But you didn't care. That's what excited you.

"Do I need to get you two a room?" Jungkook chuckles from the side, still crunching on his chips.

"Yes, actually. Leave. Me and Jimin have some talking to do..." You stick your tongue out at Jungkook then turn your attention back to Jimin, gliding your finger downward past his abs and below his waist. This action causes his body to jerk.

He lets out a shaky breath. "Hey!! D-Don't. Stop touching me."

Oh, your body was DYING to see what was under his robe. Dying to touch him. You were throbbing... you needed to feel loved. You needed his touch.

Suddenly, you threw off your plaid jacket and tossed it to the ground. Then, you took off your t-shirt and pressed your body against his. You laid your head on his shoulder and laid your body flat against his, feeling his warmth as his breathing gives you tingles. Your legs rested between his thick thighs; your hands caressed the shoulders of his fluffy robe.

"Okay, I'm out!!" Jungkook grabs a few more snacks and rushes towards the door. You hear the door open then close shut. Soon after, the room is filled with nothing but the murmur of the air conditioning.

"Milo..." Jimin groans. "My arms are getting numb. Get off."

"You feel so good..." You whine, using your thumb to massage circles into his shoulders.

"I don't care, get off! My arms hurt, seriously!" The tone in his raspy voice told you he was getting angry, but he was so calm. He never showed his anger; he was passive like yourself. The alcohol was telling you to make him even angrier, so you tried.

"Nooo!!" You bit your lip and began to roll your hips against him. Because of your position -- and your height difference -- your crotch was rubbing against his upper thigh. No complaints tho.

"Ugh, seriously. You're heavy -- get off!"

"I am!" You giggle at your response and grind into his thigh faster and harder. The sensation was unreal. You were clearly enjoying it because your eyes subconsciously started to roll back into your head as you let out small, strained breaths.

"Milo... MILO! S-Stop!" His voice was shaky, full of more emotion this time. 

When you heard the tiny crack in his voice, you knew you had gone too far. You stopped grinding and looked up at his face. It was red and he was teary-eyed.

"Baby..."

"Please... get off."

You sit up quickly and get off of him as he groans to sit up. With no hesitation you crawl behind him and untie the towel from around his wrists. You watch him shake out his arms and groan before charging toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

What did you do?

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TIME LAPSE

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You've been sitting in the same position on Jimin's bed for the last five minutes. 

The longest five minutes ever!

You still held his towel in your hands, thinking about what just happened. The alcohol literally made you molest him... that's what you did.

You were all set on having fun your way without realizing how it affected the other members. You were on a high not too long ago, but your guilt quickly brought you back down to earth. 

You were contemplating if you should leave or not (you honestly should've left already). He probably didn't want to see your face or be bothered by you anymore than he has. But you couldn't just leave. You had to talk to him, to apologize.

Yes, you were embarrassed and probably shouldn't have went that far, which is why you have to tell him this to his face. The sooner he'd accept your apology, the sooner you could move on to happier things.

You glanced at the time on your cell phone screen: 12:22am.

"What are you still doing here? Get out."

Jimin appears from the bathroom, his fluffy white robe covering his once-half-naked body. His blonde hair dryer than before.

You stand up, tugging on the sleeve of your plaid jacket. "I'm sorry. I... don't know what just happened. I didn't mean to... make you cry."

He walks to the closet and pulls out some boxer shorts from his suitcase before throwing it on the bed.

"You didn't make me cry."

"Ok... well. I-- you looked uncomfortable and I didn't mean to do that, to make you feel like that--"

"Just get out," he repeats, making no eye contact.

"Jimin-ah, baby--"

"No. Why are you calling me that? I'm not your baby. I'm a person who has feelings."

"I'm sorry..." You gulp then look down at the floor while chuckling. "It's the alcohol. It made me say things and DO things I would never do."

"No. Alcohol or not, there's no excuse for you to... invade my personal space. Like you're doing now, so get out. I need to change."

He crosses his arms and glares at you. You smirk.

"Ok. I won't watch, just please accept my apology." You turn around and cover your eyes, giving him the privacy to change his clothes. You hear him scoff.

"Are you stupid? You think you can just apologize and everything is back to normal?"

"What's the problem?!" You yell, which surprises you. It's late and your emotions are running. The alcohol must be making your anxiety increase and affecting your problem-solving skills. "I didn't mean to touch you or call you baby or make you uncomfortable. I told you I was drunk! I just wanted to have fun!"

"Well, drunk doesn't look good on you. And you wanted to have fun? Did you think to ask what I wanted? It surely wasn't to be groped by my band member and freaking tied down like a piece of meat." His stern voice shoots you in the back. You turn around to see his angry face.

"I'm sorry..."

"Do you know what consent is? It means both people are OK with any kind of physical touching."

You watch him ball up his fists and pace back and forth in the corner. You understand why he's so mad, but you said sorry. You're drunk. It was a mistake.

"I stopped when you told me to," you say, trying to defend your case. 

He smiles with anger. "Yeah, after I told you five times! Seriously, how stupid are you?"

Your eyebrows knit together as your heart races. "I'm not stupid."

"Hm. Let me ask you this... if it's wrong for a dude to touch a girl or force himself on her in any way, why wouldn't it be wrong if any person of any gender does that to a guy?"

"I didn't say it wasn't wrong--"

"Okay, but you try to defend yourself by saying you drank or that you eventually stopped -- no. Stop means stop." He looks at his bed, deep in thought.

You watched him, wanting the nightmare to be over. Wishing you didn't do what you did, but you did it anyway. You know he's in the right, but a part of you feels that if he knew the hidden reason why you would even think to do those things, he would be more understanding. If he knew your feelings... maybe he'd be more empathetic.

"There's NO reason for you to jump me like that. And Jungkookie... I swear when I see him he's gonna have it. Did you tell him to help you attack me?" Jimin asks with a mean mug.

You roll your eyes. "No. This is all my fault... he was just being obedient."

Jimin scoffs.

"Did you really not like being tied up?" You ask with sincerity.

Jimin looks at you like you just asked the stupidest question. "No. I didn't. That's why I said stop."

"Or t-touching you... riding your leg... nothing?" You took a few steps closer to him, biting your lower lip. He notices your approach and backs away, but he wasn't scared.

"No, Milo... why would I?" Jimin deadpans.

You felt stupid for feeling sad. Tears filled your eyes and you could only quickly turn away to hide them. He'd surely roast you even more for crying when YOU'RE the one who did wrong. You mumbled an "I understand" before leaving his room.

(To be continued...)

(Again I don't want to trigger anyone because sexual harassment is a serious issue. But I wanted to highlight the idea of consent & how important it is & how some people may overlook it. I also wanted to highlight that men can be on the receiving end of harassment. Also, people shouldn't use drugs or alcohol as an excuse for their hurtful actions.

I don't believe that Milo is in the right, & I believe their thinking & the way they're responding to the situation is so self-centered. We as humans need to consider each other's feelings alot more than we do, & respect boundaries. Respect bodies. Respect each other's space.

That's all for now. I hope you keep reading)