You Don't Have to Understand [Jikook]

Chapter 3: Party

It was Friday night – officially the weekend, and the group of friends were gathered at Jin's off campus apartment. Namjoon was there too; he and Jin decided to study together while the others went out, but at the moment, there was certainly no studying getting done.

Yoongi, Hoesok, Jimin, and Taehyung, were getting their pre-drink on, so it was pretty much impossible not to pay attention to them.

"Another round of drinks, bartender," Jimin grins at Namjoon, and waves his hand in the air dismissively. "Make it a double." He was already pretty damn drunk, and was at the stage where anything and everything made him giggle.

So, when Taehyung sidles on over to him and leans against the kitchen counter with a dopey smile on his face, Jimin is already giggling before he says anything.

"Hey. You come here often?" Taehyung is still smiling at Jimin, eyes half closed in an attempt to hit him with a seductive stare. He just ends up looking a little sleepy. "Lemme buy you a drink."

Jimin is laughing so hard that he's nearly squeaking, but that laughter is quick to die down once Namjoon speaks.

"I don't think either of you need another drink right now. Why don't you slow down, Jin's not driving you to the club for another couple hours." He points out, and while he did find his drunk friends to be quite entertaining, he still had to look out for them.

"What? Are you - are you cutting us off?" Jimin pouts. "Hyung, the whole point of drinking here is so we can drink as much as we want, so we don't have to pay for drinks at the club. Drinks are expensive."

Taehyung also finds the whole situation to be quite unfair, and he makes it known by stomping his feet in a manner that was more adorable than intimidating. "Bartender hyunggggg."

The two younger ones are relentless, and continue in their efforts to convince Namjoon that they could handle another drink just fine, and that their words weren't slurring because they were drunk, they were slurring because they wanted them to slur.

Namjoon isn't quite as gullible as drunk Jimin and Taehyung seem to think he is.

The commotion attracts Yoongi's attention, and he gets up from the couch where he had been having a debate with Jin and Hoseok regarding whether or not a hot dog was a sandwich (it obviously wasn't, who the fuck would honestly say otherwise?).

"What are you guys whining about now? And if it has anything to do with what constitutes a sandwich, I don't wanna hear it." Yoongi remarks, drink in hand, but much more composed than Jimin and Taehyung.

"Hyung!" Jimin flings his arms around Yoongi, and Yoongi takes it, seemingly unfazed, merely holding his drink away from himself to avoid any spillage. "Namjoon won't let us have another drink." Jimin does his best to appeal to Yoongi by giving him his signature puppy dog eyes, because in Jimin's drunk mind, no one could resist that. Not even Min Yoongi. "Will you make me one? Please?"

Namjoon and Yoongi share a look, and Taehyung notices it.

"Jimin! Back away from him – they're conspiring against us," Taehyung grabs Jimin's wrist, and pulls him away from Yoongi. "They're gonna make us drink water or something – they're trying to sober us up! Don't listen to them!"

Jimin appears hurt by the notion of being betrayed like that, and he is quick to cling on to Taehyung instead. How could their hyungs be so cruel?

"Would having a shot of water really be that bad?" Namjoon asks, trying and failing to keep his lips from curling upwards in amusement.

Taehyung gasps, "are – are you kidding? Giving us water when we ask for alcohol?" He holds Jimin to his chest as if he was trying to shield him from the horrors of the world. "Where are your morals? That's like asking for Coke and getting Pepsi."