Burnout ⊗ Jeongchan

②⑨ Cheers

Forewarning: Use of Alcohol

Jeongin called a quick hello as he shuffled into the shop. Changbin, who was scowling at something on his phone as he leaned up against his car, wordlessly sent a quick wave and a smile before returning to the device in his hands. The younger returned the gesture, taking the time to scan who else was in here with them, only to feel a small frown tug at his lips and a pit grow in his stomach when he didn't see a certain mop of blond hair among the rest of the crew. He made a mental note to send a text later.

More interestingly though, was the events at the wooden table. It always seemed to be a hot location when the crew members weren't working with their cars or when they needed a short break, but it's role seemed to shift today. It acted as a pillow for a sleeping Hyunjin, a footrest for a drifting off Minho, and a stepping stool for a very wobbly Jisung. He stepped carefully as he quietly observed the trio from a decent distance, attempting like a detective to piece together the bits of information from the table. Bottles consisting of a stench that lingered in the shop, glasses half filled or emptied besides the pooling of a starch liquid, a limited response time as they now started to recognize the presence of the youngest in the shop.

"Innie!" Jisung was the first to notice, eyes going wide and hand flinging haphazardly into the air to offer a wave. He hopped off the table and stalked over to the younger, throwing an arm around him in an awkward hug as he dragged him towards the table, pointing at the random drinks they had splayed out on the table as he raved in a half audible but expectant slur, "Look, look, t'is is called a cement mixer. Ya take yur acid, and ya base and ya drink them and it makes cement."

"Oh, okay, thank you for telling me," Jeongin carefully scooted away from Jisung before he could register why. Among his gut telling him he should back away and the obvious wave of confusion throat punching him, he realized the other smelled foul. There was a strange stench on his breath, the same one in the shop, but also a familiar one on his clothes. And although Jeongin convinced himself he hadn't been around a smell like that before, he could shake the feeling it had been around him sometime before this.

"Jeongin, come here," Changbin called him over as he pocketed his phone, other hand busy waving him over before Jisung could get a word out. The younger complied, dropping his head slightly ad he took a place by the other's side to observe the other crew members. Jisung began lightly pouting as Minho tried to converse wit him in a broken tongue. Next to Jeongin, Changbin sighed in something like pity, "Stay away from them; they're drinking again, or already plastered."

Jeongin quirked an eyebrow. He bit gently at the side of his lip as he scanned over them, "Why? Isn't it illegal?"

"We're not really the type to draw the line with legalities," Changbin answered rather solemnly as he watched Mimho and Jisung interact, Hyunjin as blacked out against the table as before.

On the other side, Jisung stumbled over to Minho's seat. He swung a leg over to straddle his hips, the older responding even through a half drunken stupor by placing his hands on Jisung's hips as if the motion had become muscle memory rather than a conscious choice. Like they had been in this position maybe a hundred, a thousand, maybe even a million times before. Jisung began mumbling almost incoherently, "You're hot."

"Thank you," Came the response from Minho. Which, if Jeongin hadn't been starting at him from across the room and had to judge based on his voice, he would almost argue the older wasn't nearly as gone as the other two.

"Shotgun... Let's- yuh."

"Not in front of the children."

"Then we should go back to my place, I'll introduce you to my parentssss."