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"Isn't there anything illegal about what he did?" Seokjin turns toward Jimin, his arm wrapped around his shoulder, and asks, referring to Jaeyoung, "I have a sudden urge to put him in jail." His voice is drunk, angry and impatient.
As they stood in front of Seokjin's house, Taehyung was leaning towards the door, trying to open it with the key. Tonight, it was the turn of Jimin and Taehyung to take care of drunk Seokjin.
"Hyung, if you don't take your weight off me, you're going to jail for murder because I'm dying," Jimin rolls his eyes, "I have no idea when you got this drunk and heavy, my God."
"Got it, got it," Taehyung says without looking at them and the door opens into the silence of the expensively big house.
Taehyung quickly takes Seokjin's other arm to help Jimin as he opens the door wide. They take him up to his room, struggling and whimpering and with much difficulty.
They put his pajamas on him by rote before putting him to bed and leaving water by his bedside for him to drink when he woke up.
When they are about to leave the room, Jimin approaches him on an impulse, brushes his long hair, which falls in front of his beautiful face, and places a light kiss on the top of his head.
Just as he was about to pull away, the tired grip on his wrist stops him.
"Can't you stay the night?"
As Jimin stands there, he glances at Taehyung who is watching them through the door.
"Hyung-"
"Please, only for tonight," Seokjin's eyes are closed and his head is buried in the pillow, unable to move, so it's even harder for them to carry the sentences his hoarse voice fills the room with, "I'm so alone in this ridiculously huge house."
Jimin leans over his head again, although he is not drunk, he too has a certain amount of alcohol in his blood, making him even more emotional than he already is.
"Oh, my big baby," he murmurs and then his gaze finds Taehyung, "Shall we stay?"
Taehyung's eyelashes flutter softly, "I think it would be good for him to see us in the morning."
Jimin nods, "Can the three of us fit in his bed?"
"Probably, but no need, you sleep next to him and I'll sleep in the guest room."
Jimin nods again without much question, gently pulls Seokjin's hand from around his wrist, and after leaving a tiny kiss on it, he stands up, heading to the closet to find something comfortable for the two of them to wear.
"I don't need to change-"
Taehyung's sentence is cut off by the clothes pressed against his chest and evolves into a small thank you.
When he turned around to leave the room, he hesitated for a moment. The moment Jimin was out of sight, he regretted his decision to sleep apart from him.
