Different

23

Me and Jimin walk down to Amelia and Yoongi's room/apartment thing. I'm not really sure what to call it. It's got a kitchen and a living room and a bedroom that are all separated but its one big room, almost like an apartment. Whereas me and Jimin's room is one open space with no kitchen, guess they lucked out in the housing factor. 

As soon as we knock on the door Amelia throws open the door and throws her arms around both of us, knocking the breath out of me. She always was a big huger. She grabs my hand and pulls me in, the biggest smile on her face, as she drags me into the kitchen area. 

"See Yoongs?" she says. "I told you they'd come, wouldn't it have been rude if I'd listened to you and didn't prepare any dinner because they 'aren't going to come'?" He just smiles and continues grabbing plates from the cuboard. 

"Oh my gosh that smells so good." I say, the smells wafting through the room. "It was all Yoongi, he's a surprisingly good cook." She says, smiling over at him. He lets out a fake gasp and pretends to be wounded. "Surprisingly??? hOw cAn YoU sAy thAt?" he asks, all of us laughing at him wobbling around the kitchen with plates in his hands, trying to act hurt. More or less he looks drunk as hell. I smile at the thought. 

"You better have drinks." I say, Amelia pulling out martini glasses already. Jimin shakes his head at our like mindedness. Yoongi grabs into the fridge and hands Jimin a small bottle of wine. "Now there's a drink I want" He says. Now its our turn to laugh at their like mindedness. 

------ four glasses later-------

"Dude, why do you have a FRIDGE!" Jimin yells throwing his arms around in the air. "I want a FRIDGE!" he yells again. I find it so funny that he yells fridge every single time he says it. 

"Well too bad its my FRIDGE!" Yoongi yells back, me and Amelia just balls of laughter on the couch. 

"Well then you have more than one FRIDGE!" Jimin yells back. 

"Oh yEAH, wheRES my othhheerr FRIDGE!" Yoongi shouts, standing up. 

"in the KITCHEN!"

"Guyyysss sssstoooooopp yelllinggg!" Amelia slurs, "Ittssss makingggg myyyyy heeaaaadd hurrrrttt" she says, still laughing. 

I jump up off the couch, a bit of sour mix sloshing out of my glass. "GUYS!" I yell. "WHAT!" they yell in unison. "WE nEEED to DAANCE" I yell, making improv moves to the silence. 

"Oh my god, yeeeeesss" Amelia says, stumble running over to the tv sound system. 

------- two hours of dancing and three glasses later -----------

Pounding headaches and pounding music, the perfect combination. Me and Amelia giggle loudly, doing the most random dance moves to whatever's popular nowadays. 

One minute the party's on and the next the music has stopped. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" someone yells, causing Amelia to cover her ears and make a shush noise. 

"Ohhhh don't you shush me" Jin says, standing in front of the open apartment door. I hear Jimin gulp, and then I knOW it's bad. 

Namjoon stands outside the apartment, hands in pockets. He's clearly not the upset one here. Jin walks through the room, looking at all the wine and beer and martini mix. "We're in the middle of a crisis here and you all are getting drunk off your asses?" He says. 

"What crisis?" Jimin asks, hiccuping. "Oh not that you would know, but it so happens that we've got three Nct units  in the city and Jimin's brother is pissed and all of Exo and their units are in Seoul now too and we have news that they all might gang up so we're fucked. And we're supposed to be devising a plan of action. Not that any of you decided to show up to our meeting tonight which we do every fucking day." Jin basically yells, the anger in his tone prominent. 

Yoongi jumps up from the couch. "We'll help!" He yells, pointing to all of us. "No, all of you will take an Advil and go to fucking sleep. I'm waking you up at eight. For your information we already have a plan, no thanks to you." He says, grabbing my arm and Jimins, pulling us out of the room. I nod a bunch of times. "Yes Jin, of course." I say, still nodding. 

He pulls us down the hallways, all the way back to our own room. Namjoon silently following behind us. If he could, Jin would've thrown us into the room but he didn't, opening the door for us instead. 

Jimin hugs him tight. "We're big sorry" He says, latching onto Jin like a parasite. He smiles a little bit, "Go to bed you two" He says, shutting the door behind us. Me and Jimin fall onto the bed at the same time, passing out immediately, not even bothering to pull on the sheets.