His Blue Dog | Sope BOOK #1

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Jimin finally broke down the door.

"Hyu- OH!" He gagged, almost throwing up at the strong reak of alcohol mixed with something else. He didn't even know what it was.

He covered his nose and mouth, tears in his eyes from the smell of more than one alcohol mixed together. "Hoseok hyung?!" He yelled, spotting J-Hope on the floor in the middle of his room.

Clothes were all over the place, his room was completely trashed and it seemed millions of empty alcohol bottles littered the carpet. Jimin was going to cry.

He ran out of the room, too close to tears.

"N-Namjoon hyung, I-" "What is that smell?" Namjoon held a face of disgustment from the smell, looking at Jimin like he would know. "I got Hoseok hyung's door open, i-it's bad." Jimin tugged Namjoon towards J-Hope's room.

Namjoon gasped and gagged at the same time, covering his nose and looking at J-Hope's room. "God." He said, walking over to J-Hope. It was clear he hadn't showered recently, his hair gave it away and the slight stink got stronger when Namjoon approached him.

"Jung Hoseok." He was pissed but worried at the same time. He could have alcohol poisoning, he quickly counted over eight empty alcohol bottles in the room.

"Oh." Jungkook plugged his nose when he walked by. "What is that?" He tried not to appear disrespectful, but he couldn't help but gag. It was bad.

"Hoseok." Namjoon picked up J-Hope, setting him against his bed. His shirt was ripped, for some reason, and there was an empty bottle of Scotch in his left hand. "Oh, god." Alcohol was a terrible smell when contained.

He heard a grunt from J-Hope, making him look up.

"Hoseok?" Namjoon shook his shoulder. All J-Hope could see was a blurred blob, before he felt fire rise in his throat.

"OH!" Namjoon jumped back when J-Hope threw up, luckily not getting any of it on himself. J-Hope coughed a few times, unable to move anything at all from his bad migraine that pounded throughout the rest of his body. "Hoseok..." Namjoon cautiously moved J-Hope closer to the bathroom. Jimin wanted to help, but he had no idea how Namjoon was just absorbing the smell.

It was a mix of contained alcohol and a hint of sweat; J-Hope hadn't taken a shower.

Namjoon eventually got J-Hope into the bathroom, literal milliseconds before he threw up again.

"I'll go get Jin hyung." Jimin had to leave, Jungkook following right behind him.

"Jin hyung!" Jungkook called out playfully. "What- you two smell like alcohol." Jin looked them up and down. "It's from Hoseok hyung's room." Jimin explained. Jin curiously walked down to J-Hope's room. He could hear him throwing up from the living room.

"It's okay Hoseokie you're doing good." Namjoon's voice rang from J-Hope's bathroom. Jin walked in, sitting down next to Namjoon. J-Hope reeked of alcohol and drunkenness. "Jesus..." Jin sighed.

Jimin and Jungkook started cleaning J-Hope's room, placing the empty alcohol bottles in cardboard boxes so they wouldn't break and hurt someone. Meanwhile, Jin and Namjoon tried to comfort J-Hope while he threw up his stomach.

"So...it's not a good morning?" Taehyung yawned, standing in the doorway with uncombed hair and his pajama shirt showing his collarbones. "No." Jimin walked by him, removing the last bottle of alcohol from J-Hope's room. He looked down at Jungkook, throwing all of J-Hope's clothes in the washer since they all smelled of alcohol.

"I'm going back to sleep..." Taehyung mumbled tiredly, leaving the room. "No, you have to help clean up!" Jungkook joked. "Teamwork makes the dream work!" He stood up. "That's my line!" Namjoon called out from the bathroom, the rest of his sentence cut off by harsh gags and J-Hope throwing up.

"I was the last to wake up, it's not my problem." Taehyung chuckled, walking away.

"Tae Tae." Jimin cut him off from walking back to his room. "Hoseok hyung needs our help." He pouted. "It's his fault." Taehyung joked. "Taehyungie, you don't how bad a hangover is. Hoseok hyung needs help." Jimin tried not to giggle. "True..." Taehyung yawned. "But I didn't sleep last night." He looked at Jimin, batting his eyelashes.

"Soulmate."

Taehyung groaned, looking at Jimin with a small glare. "I call soulmate." Jimin crossed his arms sassily. "Fine." Taehyung went back to J-Hope's room. When they called soulmate, they absolutely had to do it, no matter what.

Taehyung helped Jungkook, spraying Febreeze in the room to get rid of the alcohol smell.

Namjoon flushed the puke down the toilet while J-Hope tried to catch his breath, coughing and laying back on Jin in pure exhaustion. He couldn't stop. Namjoon cleaned off his face a bit, but not too long later round four bounced in. Jin moved J-Hope's hair out of his eyes, rubbing his back with each harsh gag.

"Hobi, do you know how much you had?" Jin asked, multiple minutes later once J-Hope stopped to breathe. He didn't know, he couldn't form proper sentences from his head spinning and his throat burning. "Probably however much Jungkook and Jimin-ssi found." Namjoon nodded to him, taking J-Hope's shirt off for him since he got puke on it. Jin sighed, petting J-Hope's hair once he started to sob from the burning pain. "Hoseok-ssi, you know Yoongi wouldn't want you to do this to yourself." He told him cautiously. "He wouldn't want you to cope like this." Jin situated J-Hope up when he gagged softly. J-Hope was about to say something, but he burped and threw up into the toilet again and again.