AUTHOR'S POV

"Shit! This is strong," MiYi grunted, taking a sip of her violet. They sat in the private cabin of the bar that the hotel had.

"It's good," Jimin added. "This is how it's supposed to be."

"I don't like this, gimme yours," she added, snatching Jin's whiskey from his hand. His inebriated self did nothing but frown as he took her violet.

"Damn. These two are drunk," Dami chuckled, having a high tolerance on alcohol.

"This is better," Mi smiled wide.

"It's all soda," Jimin mocked and Mi gave him a death glare.

"Here Noona taste this," he passed the bloodymary drink to her side.

Alluring as it was looking, Mi was about to take a sip when Jin stopped her. "Don't. It's strong. You won't be able to take it," he responded in a slight dwindling voice.

She furrowed her brows, "I can take it." She motioned the drink towards her lips but Jin snatched it, drinking the whole in one go.

"Oh Hyung, it was mine," Jimin sulked and Dami chuckled.

"You're so bad, meishi," she added with a pout, drinking the whiskey off the glass.

"Unnie, you should actually listen. You don't drink much. It's not a competition."

Jin grinned, "So right Dami. Your Unnie takes everything to the heart."

"Just... Shut up, you terrible piece of shit! I am a good girl," she added, totally drunk upon the feeling. Very similar to Jin.

The two youngest looked at each other in amusement and bursted out laughing. "Hey Jimin, would you like to have a dance with me?" Dami smiled and Jimin blushed. "Ofcourse."

They skedaddled to the mini stage in the cabin, dancing not-so-romantically, rather like a maniac. That's how they loved it.

Mi's head dropped to Jin's shoulder who was still sulking over him being called a terrible piece of shit.

"Ahh... I like it," she said, taking another sip of the drink, whatever she found on the table top.

"You like what? I am not shit," he responded with a pout making her giggle.

"I like being with you," she confessed. He glanced at her with the same pout, "Really?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "I don't wanna go back. I wanna go out!"

"You... You wanna go out with me?" He questioned, slightly widening his eyes.

She got up from his shoulder and gave a contented nod. She stood up, both her hands open wide, "I wanna go out! Like a free bird!"

The younger couple were unbothered by the bickering, much into their own realm, making a choreography for Shape of You that Ed forgot to make.

"Me too, I wanna go out," he added, standing up on his wobbly legs.

She snaked her arms around his neck, "So let's go out!"

"Yeah! Let's go!" He added, pacing out of the cabin to the the corridors.

Walking sloppily through the empty corridors of the huge hotel, they stumbled through the walls, laughing and giggling over nothing particularly.

"Meishi..." She blubbered and his face melted into a smile. "Call me that again."

"Meishi, Meishi, Meishi," she giggled.

"I love you, Miyi!" He responded and she stopped her steps, looking up at him with half opened eyes and furrowed brows.

"Really?"

He nodded.

Her face accentuated a smile in an instant. "Me too. Same same."

"You love yourself too?" He questioned.

She shook her head, " I love you."

"You should love yourself. You're this beautiful human being. The best I had ever seen," he muttered.

She opened her hands wide, singing, "I'm the one I should loooo -uave... In theeeiss world!"

He chuckled but stopped once her arms came closer and she cupped his cheeks in her palms. His cheeks squished and lips puckered out.

"Now... I'm gonna kiss you like I mean it!" She let out, standing up on her toes to peck his lips lovingly. A wave of passion swept through his veins when she did so.

Before she could return, he held her waist in one of her arms and the other hand pushed her face from the back towards his lips again, taking her into a deep, passionate kiss.

They were dead drunk, not knowing the consequences. No analysis of their actions. Pure emotions laid out in the altar of each other.

They parted, their forehead pressed against each other. In a second, they started giggling again, their heart dancing in the euphoria.

"I don't wanna go back. I wanna stay with you," she spoke and he pressed her against himself. "Stay with me, forever," he passed.

"How?" She pouted and he chuckled again, pulling her onto somewhere. A private lodging he has in the hotel, only after fumbling ten times with the key.

"Woaaaahhh," she let out dreamily. "This place is so good."

"All for you princess," he smiled but she frowned.

"I'm no princess," she added sternly till she giggled, "Call me queen."

"Yes queen," he neared her dangerously, his eyes drowing in hers and nothing was different in her case. Their drunk selves were even more intoxicated in each other's presence.

"Kiss me," she said and that's all it took for him to just smash his lips onto hers, pushing her onto a wall. Her hands snaked around his neck while he kissed her ferociously and she answered back.

They broke apart to breathe when he subtly kissed her jawline, sucking onto it, lowering to her neck. A preemptive moan escaped her mouth making his body reel in certain pleasure.

His hands travelled down to her thighs while he kissed her neck. He lifted them a little and she voluntarily wrapped them around his waist.

He held her protectively, while looking into her eyes. She kissed him again and he carried her safely to the bed, placing her down and hovering over her. Kisses over kisses over kisses. They were so drink upon the feeling. So exquisite. So pure. So sensual. So perfect. Just... Not the right time. Not the right state. But the right person.

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