ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where he's guilty (PJM)

🌺This one is kind of serious. If ever you feel depressed please reach out and accept help. #loveyourself

  Seokjin smacks Jimin's knee, continuing to laugh hysterically at the younger's slurred confessions. The two of them had managed to finally have a drink together like they'd been planning. Currently they were sitting in the dining room of Hazel and Jimin's hotel room, which was really more of a suite. They were drinking their favorite beers, sitting back in their chairs as they reminisce in old tales between each other.

  "Yah, don't tell that to anyone. My wife would kill me if she knew I know about that." Jin warned, taking another sip of his beer. He sighs as the crisp alcohol washes down his throat. Leaving that familiar burn in it's path.

  Jimin wipes his eyes of tears, trying to maintain his giggles. He checks his watch. "It's later than I thought." He muttered as the two finally settled, both their stomach sore from their rambunctious laughter. They stare at the table between them, resting back to let the alcohol settle in their bellies, it having been accompanied with a few snacks that Jimin and Hazel had bought earlier. Jimin made a mental note to go out and restock them when he could, before she noticed.

  "How are the girls?" Jimin asked at last, looking at his hyung fondly.

  Jin shakes his head, folding his arms as he reflects on his children. "My babies. Their great, all of them. The baby is kind of a handful, but she's a sweetheart. She really is."

  Jimin smiles fondly at that. He admired Jin and Ingrid as a couple, Jin had brought his second daughter home a little less than a year ago. He was loving every moment of parenthood, even the really difficult parts of it. Jimin couldn't help but to admire the lifestyle from afar. He was almost envious, but happy, nonetheless. His hyung deserved happiness with his family.

  "And your wife is doing well?"

  "Yeah, she recovered pretty well, labor took a lot out of her. I'm surprised she let me come here tonight, she usually needs me to help with the kids."

  "She's a good woman, hyung. You two take care of each other." Jimin muttered his observance. Since Jin first started his family, he hasn't been able to spend as much time with the members as he used to. But he still tries, and Ingrid was luckily very understanding of that.

  "Don't I know it. I can't thank you enough for helping us out last night. We can't seem to find the time to be alone together anymore."

  Jimin shakes his head, "It's nothing, hyung. We can watch your girls whenever you need." Jin nodded and sighed.

  "It feels like it's been so long since we had that... you know? A moment to ourselves. You can probably imagine what we were doing."

  Jimin giggled, "The way you were grabbing her, you two left very little to the imagination."

  Jin laughed, "Sorry. I told you it's been a while. She was pretty sore this morning."

  Jimin hummed, looking into his beer and swirling it around. He looks past the kitchen into the hallway, where the bedroom resided. In it, his fiancé Hazel was sleeping. She'd had a long day today, usually when she attended tours to support him they were pretty draining for her, too.

  "I can't make myself do it, hyung. Have sex, I mean."

  "Why?" Jin asked, staring at him intently, like the very idea was absurd.

  "It's just, since the tour started... She changed a bit. Like she's not all there in the moment."

  Jin sighs, "Agh, Jimin-ssi." He tutted. "You know what our girls go through every time they come with us. Whether people know her or not."