I shot my head up at his offer and collided painfully with Taehyung's chin. He began fake crying which worried me far more than it would've if I didn't sell out my senses to alcohol. "Oh, my God! Are you fine, babyboy?" I asked while rubbing his chin.

"No, mama. It hurts so bad." He pointed towards his lower gum in pain. Out of reflex, I held his face straight in my hand and tried to peek inside his mouth like a dentist with an unsuccessful career. 

"You guys are so hammered. You were a better drinker in your college days, Tae." Jimin commented eyeing the helpless patient. "Okay, enough for today, his wife." His soft and small fingers wrapped around Taehyung's upper arm to pull him away from me.

"I had a young liver back in college days... I'm getting old." He kept his hand over his chest, mistaking it as the location of his liver. "Hey, did you realise that Park Jimin would be giving us a ride? So fucking ironic!" Taehyung's joke didn't make sense to my intoxicated brain but seeing him laugh with his full boxy smile, I couldn't help but catch his contagious laughter.

Jimin kept his hand above my shoulder to stop me from giggling. "He's the local clown who is always joking. Now, I'll really appreciate if you get that fine ass off the seat and accept my favour too, girl." I coldly eyed his pale hand with a plain bracelet around it before trying karate chop on it. "Ow! Fuck, my wrist, bitch!"

His eyes stared back in my innocent ones with clear intentions of either hitting me back or stabbing me with the used fork just to get back at me. "I will forgive you for calling me a bitch if you don't ditch his worn-out ass and my beautiful one."

"Only fools will ditch that ass, baby." Jimin eyed the aforementioned part to tease me but his eyes were void of lust.

"Stop flirting with my wife!" Taehyung's drunken self stumbled before putting his hand around my neck and shoving my face in his chest. "Though, not being rude to you,"— he looked down at my face— "but the one with the finest ass here is him, Jimin."

"Fuck off, dude." Jimin's cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he tried to walk away. "Now, if you'll move." He looked over his shoulder and we followed the sober man without a complaint. His black vehicle emitted a sound when he pressed some key from metres away. "Adjust yourselves in the backseats."

"Uh, okay..." Taehyung opened the door for himself and nearly forgot me outside until I knocked on the window.

The drive was mostly silent as we were too drunk to start a conversation and Jimin was still thinking of a topic. When his brain cells approved one, he let the thought out. "So... Kinky, huh?"

"Very!" Taehyung said giving my shoulder a tight squeeze and making me jump in pain. "Wanna see our performance?"

"Oh, no-no! Don't you dare try anything on my seats." Jimin kept an eye on us through the rear-view mirror of his car with a warning tone in his voice. "Those are just for my personal use..." He mumbled out the rest.

Taehyung just hummed in reply. Talking about him, he too didn't want to continue the conversation anyways as it would've eventually revealed that he couldn't even name any kink properly. He was into bedtime stories, not wattpad smuts.

Jimin pulled into the driveway of our house and rolled the windows down to send us off. "God! I'm such an angel..." We were expected to thank him but when we didn't, he said the needed words to himself.

"Oh, yeah, you are. Thanks for the ride, man! Get back home in one piece, buh-bye!" Taehyung quickly dragged me past the doors of his house to our shared room. "We're safe now." He let out a sigh of relief.

"We are not. Like, at least I'm not." I announced throwing myself on the bed after him. He tossed around to question me but instead, he landed so close to my face in the process that I could smell the alcohol in his breath. "What if... you're actually very kinky and you...?"

"You should not worry about that..." He snorted so loud and empty at the same time. Alcohol always brought back her memories but he was doing so well up till this moment. "I lost her months ago but it still feels like yesterday. I'm still stuck in the same time so it's still too early to start donating my sperms."

"Taehyung-ah," My voice was high on uncertainty as I was too drunk to soothe him this time. I just wrapped my right leg around his waist and cuddled him closer to me like a koala bear. "We'll be fine."

"Yeah, for sure." The scoff towards the end and in the beginning and every freaking where indicated that he was being sarcastic but his hands still found their way around my shoulders. That was the last task of the day for our brains as we finally called it a night and slept in that comforting position.

The Next Morning...

I had a dream, we were sipping whiskey neat and then I woke up to the reality while cuddling next to Kim Taehyung and I knew it wasn't just a dream. We really had whiskey neat and whatever drinks the waiter lined up on our table the past night...

"Good morning, eomma!" Taehee innocently pushed open the door to our room and proceeded to sit next to Taehyung who stayed lifeless beside us. His hair was a mess and I unwantedly questioned 'did I do—' "Eomma, can you pass that water bottle?"

I nodded and heard her well but that doesn't mean I stopped overthinking for even a second. The bottle slipped past my unconscious grip and smashed down to pieces ranging from very small to evidently huge. Taehee flinched back while Taehyung barely stirred around while showing really faint signs of being alive. 

I, on the other hand, was a havoc of circling emotions. Words left my mouth without much thought and I was soon pulling out my hair while crying in frustration. "I can't do one fucking thing properly. I had to pick the bottle and give it to this kid but I had to fuck it up. My life is a mess and I should have given up when I was in high school!" Note: It wasn't a normal day.

Periods...

"Hey... that's not at all like an ideal morning there..." Taehyung's morning voice was supposed to intimidate me or calm me down a daintiest bit but it didn't. I was more furious now. It was more like, I was burning with anger and he just happened to hug me. 

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" I rubbed my cheeks to collect myself together but nothing seemed to work out well. Taehyung ditched the sleep in a split second at my highly offensive words. 

"I don't understand what you're losing your shit in the morning for. Like, it's a stupid bottle and here you're, talking about killing yourself and stuff" He sat upright and kept his hands on the either sides of me, taking a terrifyingly closer look of my features. "That too in front of my kid. Better watch that mouth the next time."

"Wished I gave a fuck about that." Even though I managed to spit out words, it was hard for me to hold back my tears. His lips slightly parted in some feeling between disappointment and confusion while I headed to the washroom. This is just the start, baby.

When I returned from the washroom, the room felt emptier as Taehee left and every piece of glass was cleaned off the crime scene. "Y/N, I—" He looked at me from over his shoulder while picking the last bits of glass.

"Don't say anything. I-I'm sorry for—" Seeing him clean the mess I created, I couldn't help but finally pour out emotions. I choked on my feelings and my legs gave up the moment I sobbed out loud.

"Y/N~ why are you crying? Look, I'm here, it's alright." His voice softened. He rushed to wrap his arms around my quivering figure and help me get off the floor.

"I-I don't know." I didn't find mood swings to be more of an appropriate answer than lying so I preferred the latter.

"I think I know the reason. At first, I thought you smudged tomato ketchup on our bed." No way! shit! I stained the bedsheet and he saw that. I buried my head in his chest as so he couldn't see that I was blushing. "Just stop your crying it's all sign of the times~" He sang few lines for me in his melodious voice which perfectly sealed the wounds he himself made.

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A/N:- Hello readers!
Stay healthy and happy!