Soju Shots • Y.min (discontinued)

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Jimin took another pencil from his coloured pencil box that his mom had bought him for his birthday and neatly coloured in a select few of the shapes in his colouring book. His older sister, Muji, always calls him a baby for liking to colour and draw things. It wasn't about liking to colour for Jimin though, he did it to relieve stress. It was a calming activity.

"Hey, loser,"Muji opened the front door and Jimin could already see her dirty friends outside. Jimin looked up at her, 'loser' had become Jimin's new name, she never called him by his real name. "My friends are coming in, if you tell mom I had them over I will snap your little neck alright?" Jimin gave her a blank stare and held his hand out. She sighed and reached into her pocket. "No telling got it?" She took a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it to Jimin.

"My lips are sealed," he said contently as he put his profit into his pocket.

"Come on guys we're good," all her friends came piling into the house like they owned it. They all wore dark edgy clothes and had all sorts of piercings and tattoos. They also reeked of alcohol and weed.

"Wait, you aren't smoking are you? Like you aren't doing drugs and stuff?" Jimin asked. He hated the way it smelled and it made it so obvious that her dumb friends were here.

"Obviously, you've just gotta stop being a pussy and deal with it," she waved to her friends and they followed her back into her room. A few of them eyed him as they walked by.

Jimin sighed put his pencils back in the box, he closed it and neatly stacked it on top of his colouring book. He got up and walked back into his room.

The door was cracked open and there was somebody inside. He opened the door and Muji was digging around in his closet. "Hey get out of my closet!" Jimin grabbed her sleeve and pulled her away. "You're ruining my set up!" He took the clothes she pulled down from the shelf above his shirt rack and did his best to put it back the way it was. "What are you doing in here? Your friends literally just got here."

"I hid a bong in your closet so mom wouldn't find it, where is it?" She stood there with her arms crossed.

"It's in your room, I took it out and put it back. I don't want that crap in my room," Jimin closed the closet door and sat down in his spinny desk chair.

"Yeah where in my room?" She asked. Jimin spun around to face her and smirked. He held his hand out and waited. "Goddamn you," she dug around her pocket and took out a few quarters and other change. "This is all I've got, now come show me where it is," she dropped the change in his hand and he put it in one of the drawers at his desk.

"I'm just gonna tell you where it is, your friends make me uncomfortable," Jimin said. "So I put it in a shoebox and put it under your bed, I pushed it far back so mom wouldn't see it."

"Thanks, now if you bother us I'm gonna steal that money back, we're probably gonna be out in the living room in a while so if you're out there colouring or whatever I'm gonna kick out out," she said before finally leaving the room.

Jimin sighed and grabbed his wallet off his desk. He put the twenty inside and left his room. He moved his colouring stuff on his way to the front door and left the house. A little walk never hurt anybody.

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When Jimin came back home Muji and her friends were sitting in the living room as she said they would. Jimin set his bag from the store on the ground and untied his shoes.

"Where the hell did you go and what's in the bag?" Muji asked.

"I went to the store, and it's none if your business what's in the bag," Jimin picked it up after he got his shoes off and grabbed his pencils and colouring book from the kitchen table where he left them.

"I wanna know, I need to make sure my little bro ain't doing drugs," she said.

"That's a little hypocritical don't you think?" Jimin asked.

"I don't know what that means but sure. Now show me the goods," none of her friends said a word, they all just stared at Jimin with their bloodshot, beady little eyes.

"It's just art stuff, wouldn't concern you anyways. It's just pencils and erasers and stuff. Literally nothing of your concern," Jimin took his things into his room and came back out into the kitchen.

"What are you doing now?" She said sounding irritated.

"I'm making myself dinner, I need to eat. Now if you don't mind I'd like it if you didn't talk to me," Jimin opened the freezer and took the frozen pizza out. Jimin tried to ignore the smack talk Muji's friends were sharing with each other while he cooked his food.

"Hey Jimin," Muji said.

"Wow, I'm surprised," he stepped into the living room and leaned up against the frame to the walkway leading to the dining room. "You actually know my name."

"Yeah no shit Sherlock, why don't you come sit with us," Jimin wasn't convinced, especially since she had a tiny smirk on her face.

"Um, no. You guys all smell like skunk, I think I'll pass," Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, you're all old, do you really think I wanna be anywhere near you? I have friends my age."

"Why don't you come smoke with us?" One of her friends asked.

"Woah I said he could sit with us not smoke with us," Muji said. "My mom would hang me of she found out her precious little angel child smoked."

"Bring your cute little ass over here, you'll like us once you get to know us," a different friend said, this one had black hair.

"Sorry but I'm not into perverts, I don't even know your name so why would I anyways," Jimin asked.

"So you're sassy too hmm, I like it."

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I'm kind of excited to write this. I suck at smut and there's definitely gonna be smut soooooooo look forward to that one.