UGH! / SOPE & VMIN.

FOURTEEN, HARD LIQUOR AND A BIT OF INTELLECT.

HARD LIQUOR AND A
BIT OF INTELLECT.

     A GAY CLUB after a live night is always a mess, the vinyl floors turned sticky with sweat and other secretions, glitter and confetti stamped into the ground, spilled drinks and broken glass. seokjin wipes his brow after he finishes scrubbing down the floor on his knees, a suspicious looking stain having caught his attention.

"max, babe, could you get us a drink?" he yells in the general direction of where he assumes his boyfriend is, standing up on stiff legs and huffing, pushing his fringe away from his face.

"sure thing love." maxxie's sat behind the bar, counting their profit from last night. all in all, seokjin thinks they made a fucking killing, and that there's actually a future for heaven's devils — now seokjin had never expected that.

maxxie walks over to him with a bottle of cherry coke that they've started selling at the spar shop down the road, seokjin smiling and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "we made over five 'undred quid last night," max says, hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans. seokjin gasps; that's brilliant. he says so, and maxxie nods. "yeah, 'n' that's with the rent for this place and the house taken off. nuts, isn't it?"

"god, lets get bands in here more fuckin' often," seokjin laughs, stretching his sore arms. "heck, if seok writes some more fuckin' bangers, we could do that every weekend."

almost like saying his name summons him, the door to menswear flies open, a very angry looking hoseok storming in. seokjin glances at the clock: it's eleven thirty, hoseok should either be at work at morrisons or in bed with a shit-terrible hangover, what the fuck is he doing in seokjin's bar? and, furthermore, why the fuck is he holding his guitar, and why are there way too many people coming in behind him?

"uh, mornin' fellas...?" maxxie says, as confused as seokjin is, his brown eyes flickering over the people following hoseok. one, two, three, four, five — where the fuck did all these people come from? jeongguk following him could be semi-expected, he is hoseok's 'friend' after all, and his bandmate, but the tall, black haired boy in leather beside him is someone seokjin doesn't recognise. and the short guy in a pink floyd t-shirt next to namjoon — wait, is that min yoobin's brother?

"uh, hoseok, what the fuck?" seokjin turns to the fuming northern boy, who looks worse for wear. "what the fuck 're all these people doing in my bar?"

"don't even fuckin' try," jeongguk says, looking like hoseok dragged him out of the house by the hair, dressed in some maroon oversized jumper and jeans full of holes, the guy he's with still un-introduced and unknown. "he's in some fuckin' mood. dragged me outta the 'ouse with barely any explanation."

"namjoon?" seokjin looks at the american, who just shrugs.

"don't ask me, man, i was opening up and he comes in asking for a tattoo, and somehow i got dragged here."

seokjin huffs, turning to who he thinks to be yoobin's brother and the tall ravenette with jeongguk, cocking an eyebrow. "who are you two?"

"babe, that's yoongi. he were 'ere last night, wasn't you yoon?" maxxie says from behind the bar, where he's giving namjoon a bottle of water. the yoongi guy nods, looking a bit out of his dept. "'e's jimin's mate, like."

"yeah, i, uh, stayed the night at hoseok's." his accent is manchesterian, rough. seokjin hums, and looks pointedly at jeongguk's friend, who has an arm around the pink boy's shoulder. he smiles nervously, waving a hand.