I still can't make sense of what happened Friday...

"Jung-yang! I think he's waking up! Come on buddy, that's it." I opened my eyes to see a blurry image. I frowned and blinked a few times, until the view was clear again. A familiar woman was crouched beside the couch I was laying on: my mother.

"Mom?" I could've sworn I heard Jimin's voice. Jimin soon came into view with an ice pack in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Jimin took a now-warm ice pack off my head and replaced it with the new, cold one. I rubbed my eyes slowly and frowned. "I'm confused," I muttered.

My mother took my hand between hers and looked at me with worry written on her forehead. "You fell off your bed, sweetie. Jimin said you hit your head on the bedside table pretty hard. How does it feel," she said as she used one of her hands to sweep my hair off of my forehead.

"It hurts," I said bluntly. She nodded and stood up, kissing my forehead, and walked away. Now that she mentioned it, I can feel the hammer that's trying to crack my head open. This pain irritates me, but what irritates me more is not remembering what happened. I sighed in frustration and closed my eyes. I was half asleep when I heard Jimin's voice whispering a quiet "I'm sorry."

"Jung Hoseok!"

"Huh? What?"

"I asked you a question," the teacher said with a scowl.

"Oh," I replied, looking down at my desk. I have no idea what she had said, so I just remained quiet. She moved on to the next student, thank God.

After school, Jimin and I went to his house. He has been oddly quiet since this weekend. "Chim Chim, are you okay," I asked, taking my study book and setting my school bag with his. He nodded and pulled out his books, too. We both took a seat at his desk and started studying.

I like Jimin's room more than mine. It's bigger and cooler. His desk is longer than mine and all the furniture is larger, too. Well, except for his bed. He has a twin bed that fits right under his single bedroom window. The wall by his bed stopped at the headboard and made a right angle to the protruding window. Because of this, he didn't need a bedside table. He also had a TV in his room, which is awesome.

"Jimin," I whispered as if we were at a library. He raised an eyebrow without looking up from his Korean Literature paper. "I can tell that something is bothering you." He shrugged. I sighed and decided to end my study session for the night. I'm simply not up for this crap. This was actually very unusual for me.

"What are you doing," Jimin asked in a tone that reminded me of my mother.

"Putting my books back in the bag," I answered more as a question than an answer.

"Oh, well don't be loud. I have to finish my paper." I frowned at him with my hands on my hips, though he couldn't see me. Did he seriously just tell me 'don't be loud?' What the fuck?

I looked over his shoulder to see what 'paper' he had to 'finish.' He's not even writing anything! It's fucking blank! "You're so productive," I said sarcastically right in his ear, causing him to jump. His head hit my teeth and I groaned dramatically.

"Sorry," Jimin mumbled.

"Sorry? Sorry is all I get from you," I said, raising my voice. I spun his swivel chair around, forcing him to face me. "What the Hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm stressed," he said flatly.

"You are stressed," I asked, air-quoting the last word. He nodded and spun himself back around. "I'll be back," I said with a cheery attitude and left his house.

I ran to the nearby gas station where an acquaintance of mine works. I barged in the door, and rushed straight for the check-out counter and yelled, "Namjoon!"

"Huh? Oh, it's... What's your name again," the oddly tan man with big lips and black sunglasses asked from behind the cash register. His face was round and his hair was light. Why does he wear sunglasses inside?

"Jimin and I need alcohol."

"You're underage, though."

"Yeah but Seokjin isn't."

The other boy slowly stood up from behind the counter. His face was much thinner than his friend's. His hair was coloured light brown. I must admit that man was gorgeous.  Stunning.

"How did he know I was back here," he whispered none too softly to Namjoon. He shrugged. The gorgeous one stared at sunglass-boy in disbelief, "Did you just shrug at me?" Namjoon shrugged again, dramatically this time.

"Just buy some alcohol and give it to me. I'll pay you back," I said impatiently, crossing my arms.

"You're too young," Seokjin protested.

"And your best buddy Namjoon here is g-"

Namjoon frantically interrupted me, "Glad to help a friend in need! Isn't that right, Hoseok?" I nodded and smirked at my victory. "What is it that you needed?"

I pondered his question for a moment with a finger on my chin. Hm... "I don't know... something strong? I don't really know anything about alcohol," I admitted. Now I sound stupid.

Seokjin eyed me and Namjoon suspiciously before wandering off to the alcohol section. Namjoon glared at me, leaning over the counter, and spoke quietly, "I don't know how you know, nor do I care, but you'd best keep your mouth shut about my secret."

I smirked again, "Under one condition... Your friend buys alcohol for me whenever I want it. Keep that a secret, too."

Namjoon sighed and mumbled some rude words under his breath. "Fine," he growled.

"If I go to jail, it'll be your head," Seokjin said while pointing a green bottle at me. He slammed the money on the counter along with his purchases. Namjoon reluctantly scanned the two bottles, and then handed them back to Seokjin.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, blowing him off, "Would you be as kind as to accompany me to the restroom, hyung?" He furrowed his brows and was about to protest when Namjoon nodded and motioned for him to come with me. Seokjin sighed and followed me to the restroom where we exchanged the alcohol and money.

Before exiting the room, I hid the bottles in my jacket. They fit perfectly in the inside pockets. As we walked out, I whispered, "Cameras." My hyung mouthed an 'O' and I left the gas station.

I quietly walked into Jimin's room, closing and locking the door behind me. Jimin fell asleep at the desk, so I let him be, and I sat down on the floor and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding. I was so nervous that I'd break out of character at that gas station. I couldn't believe that worked. I didn't know Namjoon was actually gay. Jimin mentioned it once before, but even then Jimin wasn't completely sure.

It's over with now, so why am I still feeling so nervous? Well, I did used to have anxiety attacks every now and then. It's been two years since my last one. It felt as though someone's hands were around my neck. Without even realising it, tears were already falling. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe...

I have a ton of anxiety medication that I stopped taking last year - nobody knows about that - at home, but what good is that here, at Jimin's? Ah, shit. I'll end up waking Jimin up and worrying him. He's already troubled. Fuck!

I hated the sight of my hands shaking uncontrollably. It makes me feel helpless, so I shoved them in my jacket pockets. Oh yeah, I have those. I reached into my jacket inside pocket and pulled out one of the two bottles. I whispered out loud as I read the label on the green bottle, "C1 Soju 19.8%..." People drink this stuff all the time.

The thought of drinking increased my anxiety. My shaky hands fumbled around with the black metal cap for a few long seconds before I managed to open it. I brought the liquor up to my trembling lips and hurriedly took a swig. I was immediately disgusted, coughing a little. This shit is nasty... Already, I could feel an odd sensation travel to my head. I took another swig, this time a much larger one, and then screwed the lid back on.

I waited a moment, but I didn't feel calmer than before. Although, my anxiety was gradually fading. I thought this stuff was supposed to make you chill or something. Whatever. I put the bottle back in my jacket and stood up.

At first, it was like I couldn't stop leaning to the right. Then numbness rushed to my head and I could stand up straight again... kind of... I wasn't moving but damn I felt like I was on a slow ass roller coaster with a lot of loopy-loops.

My eyes squinted automatically as I focused real hard on moving my left foot. My goal: reach the chair. My left foot lifted slightly and landed almost immediately. Alright, right foot... left foot... right- no not that way! I stumbled to the side instead of moving straight ahead. Ugh. Left... right... left... I leaned forward, hoping that I could reach my destination without having to walk much further. Luckily, I fell right in front of it.  Jimin was startled, for the sound of my body hitting the floor woke him up. Oh crap. I quickly scrambled into the seat next to him.

"Oh, it's just you," he mumbled. I nodded lazily and smiled. I hope he doesn't notice... why did I even buy this stupid shit? "I thought I said not to be," he paused to yawn and stretch his arms over his head, "loud." That yawn was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"Sssssorry," I answered and faked an awkward laugh.

"You're acting funny."

I completely ignored him and stared at the desk, "I'm I'm gonnaaaa uuhhhh, get baaack to sht-tudying m-my book thingiesss, m'kayyy?"

"Uh, hyung," he said lightly tapping my shoulder. I slowly lifted my heavy head and glanced over at him. He pointed below me and stated, "You're looking at a bare desk."

"Huh? Noooooo, I'm shtarring at yoooouuu!" I pointed at him and laughed. Oh yeah, I bought this stuff for Jiminy because he's stressed!

Jimin suddenly leaned in close to my face. He's so fast. He's like lightning... Lightnimin? No, Jimightning. Woah his face is so close. Why is he so close to me? Oh, wait, when did his face get so far away? Now I'm sad. "Are you fucking drunk," he yelled.

"Nawwwww," I said sarcastically and grinned.  Busted.

"Damn it hyung, why," he asked, standing up.

I pulled out my bottle, took the cap off with my teeth, and took another swig. I put it back in my jacket. Then, I offered him the un-opened bottle of soju with an uneven smile. "Thish ish th-the besht way way toooo uhh boondiiiing. Let's booond," I giggled.

"Fuck no. I'm too young. You're too young," he scolded.

I stuck my lip out, pouting. "but-but Jiimiiiinnniiii," I whined. I reached up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt with my free hand. I held onto it for dear life as I tried to stand. Unfortunately, my body disobeyed me and I fell sideways to the floor, taking Jimin with me.

I stared at the bottle of soju I dropped for a minute; waiting for my eyes to focus on it, and make sure it's okay. Thank the heavens it didn't break! I slowly tried lifting my head off the ground, but I failed. "Ow." Was that my beloved Chim Chim? His floor is lumpy.

"H-heyyy, youuuurrr floooor ish shooooooo luummppy-buuumppy-huuuumppy," I said. Woah! I can't even understand myself.

"You're on my stomach, pabo."

"Name calllllling-ling is meeaaaannn... calliiing riiiinga-liiiinga-laaaaaiiinnnggguuhhh~" Oooh his stomach? I managed to lift my head this time and, sure enough, he was right. Genius... Jimenius... I stretched my arm like the fantastic force five stretchy dude and grabbed the bottle I dropped earlier. "Jiiiiiiimiiiinnnn," I cooed.

"What," he said his tone short.

I set the bottle on his chest. "Dr-Drink uuuuup," I ordered, "ooooorrrrr I wiiiiiilll!"

"You don't need more!" He snatched the bottle off his chest and away from my hand.

"Heeyyyyyy! Giff that baaaack," I pleaded.

"No." He is such a stubborn shit.

"Then then driinnk iiiit."

"No."

I frowned and forced myself to sit up enough to take the other bottle from my pocket again. I opened it and downed the rest in 4 large gulps. I set the bottle aside and smiled as the liquor melted my mind.

"Did you just drink the rest of- what the Hell?!"

"Drrinnksh yoouuuurrssh," I commanded again.

"No! Now, get off me!"

"Pweeasssh," I whined. Without thinking, I slid my hand under his shirt, feeling his beautiful, sculpted abs. Jimin's face got all sorts of red n stuff. Right as he tried to sit up, I became more lightheaded than before, way more lightheaded. I felt myself falling forward, so my arms instinctively attempted to catch my fall.

I smiled as I realised that I had accidentally pinned him to the floor. The innocent-looking boy stared up at me all wide-eyed. He still had the soju in his hand despite being rough-handled. I smirked and slowly released the wrist that connected to the hand holding the alcohol.

Gravity failed me, yet again, and my body was forced to the ground-or, well, Jimin. This time, my head landed on his shoulder. I turned my head towards his and whispered seductively into his ear, "dr-rrink uuup..." I heard my Chim Chim gulp as he nodded slowly...

To Be Continued...

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Author's Note:

Will Jimin obey the very-drunk Hoseok's order?  Hmm?