bts sickfics [completed]

Yoongi | Drugged

Okay so I got super inspired all of a sudden after having writer's block since the beginning of time so here's some crap for your hungry souls to read <3

Yoongi was tired. Yoongi had not slept in approximately 26 hours. Yoongi was running on sheer force of will (and 4 coffees). So agreeing to get shit-faced with namjoon was not a good idea, especially since he'd left transport plans with namjoon, so they'd be annoying an uber driver for sure. But yoongi was tired. Jimin's fucking curves were straighter than his thoughts.

"Hyung are you ready yet? You've been getting dressed for like twenty minutes." Yoongi swore under his breath as he inspected his pristine leather jacket for any scuffs or dog hairs. He had owned this jacket since he was in his early teens, and wasn't ready to let it go any time soon. Yoongi sighed as he plucked away a piece of dust from his shoulder. If he was running on pure caffeine and stubbornness he was gonna have to wear his jacket to make up for his ashen face.

Namjoon yanked the door open and whistled,

"Always liked that jacket, if I was as small as you I'd steal it all the time." Namjoon dragged him away from the mirror and encouraged him downstairs.

"We're literally millionaires, you could buy your own," Yoongi remarked. Namjoon smirked and replied,

"Yeah, but you've kinda reserved the look and I don't wanna copy you now, hyung,"

Yoongi rolled his eyes amusedly and got his keys from the hook along with a random snapback. He thought it belonged to Jimin but it didn't matter; they all wore each other's clothes, he would get over it. When they got outside they promptly decided to call an uber rather than use Yoongi's car because if they were both gonna get shit-faced they were gonna have to get home responsibly. They waited for about five minutes and then saw the uber come around the corner from the apartment block where the dorms were. They both got in the back and were driven to their destination.

Yoongi looked out of the window and saw the lights from the street merge into one and blur as his vision unfocused. He found himself plugging in his earbuds and listening to whatever song came on shuffle, as Namjoon scrolled through twitter. This may seem anti-social, but it was normal between the two introverts. Once they each had a few beers in their systems they would be a lot more friendly.

They got to the club and paid the uber driver. Yoongi winced at the bright strobe-like lights that hung over the dance floor as he and Namjoon pushed their way through clusters of tipsy people. When they finally flagged down a bartender they ordered a round of beers. Yoongi thanked Namjoon for paying but Namjoon waved it off and replied with,

"I wouldn't get too thankful, you're paying for the next round hyung."

Yoongi playfully flipped off the younger rapper, taking a sip of his beer. His body screamed in protest at the new entrance of alcohol in his body; sleep deprivation was already too much to handle, never mind a depressant like alcohol. Namjoon went a little slower than Yoongi since he was more of a lightweight. Not to say that he was actually a lightweight, but he was nothing compared to the eldest rapper in terms of downing beers.

A few rounds later, they decided to order shots. A stupid decision, I know, but they were both three pints in and it was hard to resist Namjoon's puppy eyes when he pointed at the display on the wall and said,

"Hyung! Let's do shots!''

Yoongi agreed, as long as Namjoon paid. So they did shots. Three each. They moved over to a spot filled with plush, modern sofas and Yoongi sat down while Namjoon carefully carried their drinks over. They both agreed on one more pint, and then they would go home.