Whiplash | jjk.

[19]: Loosen Up

"Everybody ready?"

Taehyung makes his way out of his bedroom, carrying a backpack and thudding into the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Jimin affirms, carrying two large bottles of vodka.

"Ready, Hyung." Jungkook lugs a case of beer onto his shoulder.

"Haru?"

"Yep." you carry nothing but yourself, and that's enough for them.

They were just happy you were joining them, though it may have been against your will.

The very fact that you hadn't run away in the night was a complete miracle to them all. They were shocked to see your body still on the couch when they came out.

And, the boys were a ready excited by Namjoon's proposition to give them the weekend off. So with that, all well as getting to know their (not so new) new comrade, everything seemed to be falling into place to sculpt a good weekend.

It was any excuse to let loose and drink, really.

Your only thought about the entire thing, was 'fuck it'.

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The commute to Jimin's house was as uncomfortable as it was short.

You had sat in the back seat beside Jungkook. You damned the way it always seemed to end up with you and him being lugged together in some way. It was so obvious and irritating, the way fate toyed with you.

But you couldn't help but feel as if it meant something.

What that thing is? Well, that was still a mystery.

The drive was only about ten minutes anyway.

As he told, the house belonged to Jimin's parents, but they were out of town on a work vacation.

Which meant that they definitely didn't know that their son and his work friends would spend the weekend drinking away their sorrows in their house like they were fourteen again.

So it was better that they were left unknowing.

"Alight, line up!" Jimin laughs into the open corridor of the house, throwing his bags off to the side and making his first priority, the alcohol.

The rest of the boys flood inside behind him, putting down their belongings and immediately filling the house with noise.

You kept your backpack on, and looked around briefly. The home was nice. Old fashioned, but it was riddled with certain antique tells that suggested the presence of old money in his family.

You wandered in behind the others, scowling to yourself, and wishing you were anywhere else.

Out of all the people you would choose to spend a free weekend with, these four fell pretty fucking low on the list.

But you didn't have much of a choice - with no way home, you settled for tagging along and riding out the painful weekend, drunk.

To add to your torment, everyone from the team was here now besides Namjoon.

Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok...Jungkook.

The five of you circled around the island bench in Jimin's parents kitchen on instinct, as Jimin took it upon himself to immediately fill up five shot glasses with straight vodka.

It's barely one-PM and they want to start with shots?

Nervously, you start to look around for alternatives.