Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

24

"And what's your favorite thing to do in the United States?"

"Gimme that," Taehyung takes the microphone off RM's grip to answer the interviewer's question. I rest my chin on hand to limit my impending laughter of whatever Tae will say. He makes a square with his hands, struggling to say what he wants to.  "I love shooting...uh America streets." 

Literally our heads moved toward Tae in perfect synchronization. RM widened his eyes in pure fear. The interviewer looked like she wanted to run away and call the police.

"Like...okay?"

"He means photoshoot. Shoot pictures of the streets." Our freaked out leader corrected holding the fakest smile he could muster. I was nearly crying trying to stop myself from busting out laughing. After the interviewer left the building, I started laughing alongside Hobi and Jin.  "V the mass shooter. Watch out."

"Shut your chewholes, don't talk about that stuff here." RM stated so seriously that we wiped our grins off our faces in a millisecond. "Sorry," Jin says.

Our joking inevitably distracted us from Jimin who remained sitting in his chair after we all moved. His eyes glued to his phone screen, I thought he would burst in tears any second. "Another comment?"

"Death threat."

I take his phone to scan said comment on twitter—

'I'll kill you on your next concert, better watch yourself MoChI'

Its gotten worse since a month ago when we all got threats. But now for some reason Jimin is the main victim, his family too. Our security increased upon our arrival in Las Vegas for the BBMAs. We have more security than a politician going to a rally. I fixed my own tie as my hair was being styled. I'm mostly playing around with it while also trying to get it tied.

The other stylists crossed their arms watching me struggle.  "Moment please." I did the final loop and tied it real tight.  "How does it look?"

"Surprisingly good." The stylist moved it a little bit then did a chef's kiss.  "You have zero faith in me."

"We do, can you put this on?"

"Pshh this might be too hard." I grab the suit jacket and pretend to not know where to start.  "Jungkook I swear."

"OK," my shoulders bounce because their annoyance is amusing. I slip my arms through the jacket and adjust it, leaving them to even and smooth it out. I miss Jiwon. She insults me in the funniest ways possible. I'm glad she's at home though. 

While waited for the rest to be done dressing up, I followed Yoongi and Jimin to the bar of the suite.  "I saw this online, you two must try it." Yoongi says to us. He told the bartender to prepare and Aunt Roberta. According to our hyung, it is a brain-destroying mixture of absinthe, vodka, gin, and brandy, it will strip the enamel off your teeth, and several years off your life. Considered by some to be the strongest cocktail in the world.

Though I forgot that I'm in the US and underage. 

So that third glass of Roberta was shared between Yoongi and Mochi. I saw first hand the contortion of their faces upon tasting.  "Ugh this stuff is lethal." Jimin coughs but still continues to drink it.

Not even half an hour later we were put in a limousine. Jimin couldn't keep his arms off me, and was laying his head on my shoulder. Softly he patted my shoulder as he gibberishly had a conversation gummy bear Yoongi who couldn't stop smiling. He looked more high than wasted. I couldn't stop myself from petting my hyung's hair. Because I know under that gibberish happy mood is a sadness we can feel.