Eternally Yours

26) Namjoon - Purple...Hands?

"Uh," Namjoon started, grabbing onto one of Jin's wrists and turning his hand so Jin's palm was face up. "Why... Are your hands purple?" He asked, kinda scared of the answer.

"That, my friend, is a very good question," Jin answered in a kind of bewildered tone.

"Did you, uh, get into some paint?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow, kinda concerned still.

"I think so?" The uncertainty and question in Jin's voice scared Namjoon a little bit.

"That question had a yes or no answer!"

"Listen," Jin started. "I went to a party with Mark and Jackson last night. We, well we as in Jackson and I, we may have gotten a bit drunk-"

"Oh, Satan-"

"-and I think we got into one of the art rooms? I'm going off some very vague and blurry memories here-" Jin explained.

"Poor Mark having to deal with you two-" Namjoon groaned a little and facepalmed.

"-I think Mark took some pictures? I really don't know why my hands are purple." Jin finished his explanation, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Why the fuck are you guys yelling? Also, turn down the fucking sun." Jackson grumbled as he finally woke up from where he was sleeping on the floor.

Yeah, Namjoon and Jin were having this conversation while standing in the living room of Jackson and Namjoon's shared dorm room. Namjoon had found Jin, awake, and sitting on the couch confused as fuck while Jackson was dead to the world asleep on the floor.

"Shut the fuck up, you dumbass! What the fuck did you put Mark through when your dumbass was drunk!?" Namjoon dropped Jin's hand and turned to where his best friend lay on the floor, standing over the brunet.

"I have no fucking clue. Don't ask me." Jackson mumbled, putting his hands over his face with his eyes closed tightly, willing his headache to go away.

"You're a dumbass I swear to god," Namjoon muttered as he stalked off to the kitchen. He grabbed some painkillers and two glasses of water, taking them to the living room for the hungover men. Handing a glass to Jin with two of the little red pills, and the same to Jackson, Namjoon heard Mark wobble out into the living room, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them.

"G'mornin," Mark mumbled and made his way over to the coffee machine.

"What the hell did these two get into?" Namjoon asked, he was genuinely curious and he wanted to know what happened since he had been at home studying while the three were out the night before.

"Nuh-uh, coffee first." Mark held up a hand as he worked on making coffee. Namjoon just whines in response. The hungover men groaned slightly because of it.

"Yo, Jin, why the fuck are your hands purple?" Jackson asked.

"Good question. I'm trying to figure that out myself." Jin mumbled, rubbing his temples.

"You two did some stupid shit last night." Mark snorted from where he sat at the island, facing the living room as he sipped on his coffee.

Jin and Jackson looked at each other with a bit of fear in their eyes,

"Oh no-" they mumbled together as they watched Mark get out his phone.

Namjoon hopped over to the counter, excited to see what stupidity his best friends got into.

"Oh! This was awesome!" Mark giggled as he pulled up a video.

Hitting play, you could see a very drunk Jin and Jackson breaking into one of the art rooms. Once the door was opened successfully, the two stumbled their way in laughing like hell and trying to shush each other.

"Bro, bro," a drunk Jackson giggled, "We should paint something!"

"Oh, my- Yes! We should! You're so smart, bro." Jin giggled next.

The two then went about looking for some paint, brushes, and a canvas to paint on. Well, they found two of those things.

"Fuck, I can't find the brushes," Jackson pouted, you could hear Mark cooing at how cute he looked.

"Oh well." The camera focused on Jin again after that statement. He was then seen dipping his fingers into a jar of purple paint and then spreading it around the canvas in front of him.

"Ha! Found them!" Jackson was heard off-camera.

"Too late!" Jin giggled and kept painting with his hands.

That's where the video ended. Namjoon was biting his lip so hard to keep from laughing at their demise.

"God damnit," Jin sighed. "Why didn't you stop us!?" He groaned to Mark.

"Cause it was funny." Mark grinned like a child, enjoying the memories from last night. The two groaned in response and Namjoon let a laugh slip past his lips.