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take a sip // yoonmin

in which no one believes jimin when he says that yoongi's drink is spiked, the older included. in a last ditch effort to prove it, he takes a sip

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"Hyung, don't drink that."

"For god's sake Jimin, it's fine. I've been watching it like a hawk for the past hour. No one's put anything in it."

"But I saw the bartender make it," protested the younger, clinging onto Yoongi's arm as he reached for the glass. "He slipped something into it. It's definitely more than vodka."

Yoongi let out a frustrated groan, internally regretting bringing Jimin along. The boy was only a fraction past drinking age, and clearly not cut out to handle a party atmosphere.

"You're a party pooper," he chastised him, raising the glass to his lips.

Jimin's much smaller hand closed on the drink and pulled it out of Yoongi's grasp. Yoongi exhaled in annoyance.

"There's nothing in it," he said irritably as Jimin scrutinized the bottom of the glass. "It's just vodka. I've had plenty in my life. I'm not gonna die."

"Wait!" yelled Jimin. "Please, hyung, don't drink it!"

"I paid for that, Jimin," Yoongi smirked, his annoyance becoming sass. "If you want some you can just tell me. I'll buy you one."

"It's not that!" the younger whined, trying to set the drink on the counter. "There's something in there. It smells funny. I think it's been spiked."

"The only thing you've ever smelled even remotely close to alcohol is your girlfriend's nail polish remover," he said coldly. "Now give it back."

"Hey, Yoongi, let the kid have some fun!" called another voice from the midst of people on the dance floor. "Let him take his first shot."

"Go ahead," Yoongi grinned. "Try it, kid."

Jimin hesitated, remembering the fizz of the small white pill he swore he saw the bartender mix in. But if he didn't drink it, Yoongi would. And he couldn't let that happen.

Jimin raised the glass to his lips and took a sip.

He had never had alcohol before, so he didn't know what it was supposed to taste like. It was bitter, and it caused a strange burning sensation in the back of his throat.

"It hasn't been tamped with, has it?" Yoongi asked playfully. "It's just hard alcohol. Be careful Jimin, that stuff is strong."

Jimin coughed and put the glass back down. The burning had disappeared, but now it felt like his mouth and throat were numb.

"Hyung, I feel weird."

"It the kid's first shot," Yoongi told a few others who had gathered around Jimin. "Kept pestering me for a sip so I let him. He chose straight vodka for his first time. Clever, isn't he?"

Yoongi wasn't paying attention as Jimin's head spun and his vision fogged. The younger slid off his stool and took a shaky step forward. The fog obscured his vision and the ringing in his ears silenced everything except the pounding of his own heart, irregular and fast.

Yoongi felt Jimin's hand rest lightly on his shoulder before the boy keeled over.

"Jimin!"

He turned in alarm as Jimin's eyes fluttered shut and he collapsed against Yoongi. Desperately, Yoongi curled his arms around the boy's waist and held him up. Jimin's forehead was burning and his breathing was shallow. The world around Yoongi seemed to slow as he saw the unusual flush to the younger's face and the sheen of sweat that coated him. Jimin's words echoed in his mind.

"Hyung, I think it's been spiked."

No.

The people around Yoongi shuffled out of his way as he kneeled, lowering Jimin's unconscious form onto the floor and resting his head on his lap.

"Call an ambulance!" Yoongi nearly screamed from the ground, pressing two fingers to Jimin's neck and feeling for a pulse, a sign of life, anything.

Jimin's skin was blazing hot.

No, no, no, no.

Someone passed him a cell phone and Yoongi dialled the emergency number, his throat suddenly constricted with sobs.

"What's your emergency?" came the operator's calm voice from the other side.

"Send an ambulance," Yoongi rasped. "Someone's been drugged."

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Jimin woke up in the hospital room, his eyes hurt from the glare of the harsh fluorescent lights. Wires and tubes were attached to his arms chest, and it hurt to breath.

But Min Yoongi was asleep in the chair next to his bed, and Jimin was just glad that he was okay.

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