It was late—almost 11 p.m.—when a sleek black Audi rolled to a stop in front of a towering 25-story building. The doors swung open, and three men stepped out, their movements slightly unsteady. Not completely wasted, but definitely tipsy.
The tallest among them, with a calm yet exasperated expression, sighed as he turned to the most mischievous one in their group—the one with a dangerously handsome face and an annoyingly charming smirk.
"Hey, bro, you really shouldn’t have done that," the tall guy muttered, shaking his head. "That was absurd."
Instead of looking guilty, the so-called troublemaker simply giggled—yes, giggled—like a child who had just pulled off a prank. He reached up and patted the tall guy’s back, grinning.
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"Hyung, I’m sorry," he said in an unserious tone before suddenly pulling the third member of their trio toward them. This one—the youngest—looked far more composed, barely affected by the alcohol, as if he had been the designated babysitter for the night.
"Kookie… my bro," the drunk one slurred, draping an arm around him. "Where’s my apartment? Did you rent it or not?"
Jungkook—who had been scrolling through his phone, probably checking something important—barely glanced up before pointing toward the front desk. "Of course, I booked it. But I didn’t check it out in person. The receptionist will give you the details."
The drunk one squinted at the woman behind the desk, then dramatically gasped. "What… She will live with me?"
Jungkook blinked, then smacked the back of his head. "Pabo. She’s going to tell us where your apartment is."
The tipsy troublemaker rubbed his head, but instead of being annoyed, he just chuckled—out of nowhere, about nothing, like alcohol had just turned his brain into a laughing machine.
Jungkook sighed. Tonight is going to be long.
.
.
.
"Thank you, Miss," Jungkook said politely to the receptionist before turning toward the elevator. He and Namjoon walked inside, supporting the very tipsy Taehyung between them. This was the place where he’d be living for the foreseeable future—or rather, where they were about to dump him for the night.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Taehyung let out an exaggerated sigh, wrapping his arms around both of them in a dramatic hug. "Joonie hyung… Kookie… I’ll miss you both so much," he whined, giggling for absolutely no reason. "Don’t forget about me, okay?" His voice was laced with unnecessary theatrics, making the two far too sober men sigh in exhaustion.
"Hyung, why did we think a farewell party was a good idea?" Jungkook muttered under his breath.
Namjoon exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "I honestly don’t know." Then he turned to Taehyung, who was still clinging onto them like a lost puppy. "I really hope you don’t remember any of this tomorrow."
