12:25 p.m
12th Street,
Seoul
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Jungkook's apartment was the biggest in comparison to the other six of the team. The youngest's father had helped him pay his loans off for his apartment, and now he could enjoy space and accomodate his six older teammates as they sat on his couch deliberating.
Jimin had found his place on Jungkook's desktop in the living room. He had been trying to clear the traffic cam footages and pictures. The quality of the camera was devastating and Jimin felt like simply sleeping through this whole ordeal.
"Anybody up for some soda?" Jungkook called out to his olders from the kitchen, refridgerator open.
"I'll take the lime." Jimin piped from the desk, back turned to the team and eyes fixated on the screen. He could use a soda given all the stress and pressure.
"Get me a cola." Seokjin prompted from the couch, seated beside Yoongi.
Jungkook checked. "Nope. Sorry hyung, I don't have cola."
Seokjin let out a silent groan of annoyance. He nudged Yoongi next to him, his elbow poking into the latter's ribs. "Min, go get me a cola."
Yoongi responded to Seokjin with a boisterous scoff. There was no answer needed. The rest of the boys laughed in unison until Seokjin slapped Yoongi's thigh.
"Come on, up. Get me a cola, man." Seokjin insisted, his tone now almost a whine.
"Do you seriously expect him to get up?" Taehyung chimed in from the kitchen, helping Jungkook with some cooking.
"Exactly." Yoongi agreed. "If I move from here, it'll be over my dead body."
Seokjin gave said man a blank stare for the next few seconds. His lips protruded in a pout of what seemed to be umbrage. "So you won't get me a cola?" He said, brows raising.
Yoongi refused with a nod.
"Hoseok, get me my gun." Seokjin gestured to Hoseok, signalling at his bag that was kept on the stand at the latter's elbow.
"You brought a gun?" Namjoon was baffled. His eyes landed on the handgun Seokjin pulled out of his bag. "To Jungkook's place?"
"Should I be worried?" Jungkook chimed from the island counter as a collective laugh ensued.
"Excuse you all, but I take my safety very seriously." Seokjin rolled his eyes.
"Safety from what? From whom?" Hoseok joked. "Who's going to attack you?"
"Me, if he doesn't stop pestering me about his cola." Yoongi gave Seokjin a deadly glare, another laugh erupting among the seven boys.
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[LATER THAT NIGHT]
EDM boomed through the congestion of the club.
Drunken arms swayed side to side in the air as heads bobbed in sync with the loud and unclear music. Seating booths were jam-packed with intoxicated men and women almost piled on top of each other. Skimpy skirts stroked against tasteless pants and unknown hands roamed strange bodies, the inebriation numbing their minds.
Smoke diffused out of cigarettes and rolled joints, dissolving into the sweat-ridden air of the club.
Keith sat sunken into the soft leather couch of his VIP section, a cigarette between his chapped lips and a glass of vodka almost slipping off his hand. His eyelids draped out of insobriety, mind a muddled mess incapable of basic spatial comprehension.
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