𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

19

Namjoon helped me to the elevator, pressing the button for our level as Jimin ran in behind us. I felt like the world was spinning, yet also like it was my dance floor. I swayed between Namjoon's arms, grinding up against him drunkenly. He sighed, exasperated, as the elevator slowly arrived to our level.

Jimin quickly stepped out before us, readying to unlock the door for Namjoon and I. I tried to walk out of the elevator, but my legs were jello and my feet covered in oil. Everything felt wobbly and before I knew it, I was being carried to the apartment by Namjoon. His face was scrunched up in malcontent; his brows furrowed.

I closed my eyes as Namjoon walked, since the feeling of being off the ground made me sick to my already upset stomach. When we reached the door, Namjoon was quick to leave for our bedroom, lying me down in bed and undressing me from my alcohol ridden clothing.

He slipped off my shoes gently before undoing the buttons of my soaked shirt, taking it off of me as well. He did the same with my pants before placing one of his long shirts over my head. I pushed my arms through their respective holes before leaning forward and against Namjoon. I smothered his chest with sloppy thank you kisses, but before I could reward him with what I felt he deserved, he had tucked me beneath the blankets, telling me to sleep.

My mind was a haze as I lied there, staring as he changed from his also wet clothing. My slobbery kisses had his shirt clinging against his chest, and I bit my lip at the indentations that could be seen through it.

"Nam-Namjoonie~" I drunkenly mumbled, "You look...You look-" I paused in thought as the words left my mind before quickly jarring myself upright. "You wanna have sex?" I growled, careless to the fact Jimin was home. Namjoon was quick to defuse the request with a stern look, but I wasn't smart enough to understand.

I slid out of the bed, tip toeing, or so I thought, over to Namjoon's exposed back so I could kiss it. As I got close, he whipped around, picking me up and placing me back in bed. I groaned and tossed angrily like a child. I wanted him! Why was he being so mean?!

I stuck my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes, putting a shirt on as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I threw my head back against the pillows, closing my eyes and feeling the ocean beneath me. I felt like I was flying. I felt like I was horny. But what else was new?

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"He's truly a lightweight," Jimin giggled, and Namjoon sighed with a shake of the head.

"He's only drank a couple of other times. He decided not to because he knows how unbearable he gets. I hope he won't have too bad a hangover in the morning." Namjoon glanced around the kitchen, grabbing Taehyung's phone from the counter. He texted Yoongi to ask about the details for how to get inside the agency's building. Afterwards he placed the phone on silent and on a charger.

Jimin settled down onto the couch, yawning as he curled up beneath the blankets. "I didn't think we would be out so late. I'm so tired." He adjusted his arms beneath his head, sighing as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Hey hyung? Do you think Yoongi Hyung is awake?"

"No I don't, Jimin. And besides, you need to go to sleep anyways. I know you had a lot to drink too, and I don't have the patience to help two of you." Namjoon released a large sigh as he turned off the kitchen lights, "Night Chim. Sleep well."

"You too hyung~" The younger cooed, quick to drift to sleep.

Namjoon wandered back into he and Taehyung's room, careful to be quiet as possible. He knew that to a drunk Taehyung, any noise whatsoever was a valid one to wake up for. He slipped onto the bed and under the covers as quietly as he could, grateful that he hadn't heard a single peep from the other.

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