Jungkook, drunk and half-shirtless, stumbled into Iseul with the wicked grin of a man possessed. His tattoos looked alive in the neon. “Game on.” He declared, voice hoarse, biting into a hurricane cocktail like it was fruit. He elbowed Iseul with feral joy. “You and me. Whoever gets more beads wins.”
Iseul smirked back, lipstick crooked, glitter stuck to her cheekbones, hair falling in disobedient strands. Her eyes gleamed with mischief that was both charming and dangerous. “I can’t flash like you can, wild boy.” She laughed, words slurring as she crashed into Sooha who tried, valiantly and uselessly, to hold her upright.
“You’re not flashing anyone,” Sooha said, voice stern but tired, arms crossed, eyes already carrying the ache of being the only sober guardian in hell. Iseul just grinned wider, plotting.
“No flashing,” Hoseok warned behind them, his voice slicing through the chaos like a knife, carrying that older-brother weight. He didn’t even bother raising it. He didn’t need to.
“I’m just saying,” Iseul hiccupped, swaying against Sooha. “For the culture…”
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