“One time I stole from a candy store, later that day I felt so bad to the pointof my stomach hurting an couldn’t eat it. The next day I returned it with a twopaged apology note, single spaced, an finely worded. I was ten.” A snicker would fall from betwixt now parted tiers, smile spreading as he watches thelatter with careful eyes. Was he expecting some type of heartfelt meaningfulconfession from him? Or maybe something racy or a deep dark secrete? Jimin snickers once more, gaze flickering away, he had nothing of the sorts,he was nothing more than your average atypical student. “ Hyung, buy me food,okay?” A hand would reach over, shoving the elder males shoulder in a lightplayful manner, “ I want five bowls of ramyun - or maybe we should go get somebarbecue - “
drabble prompts;Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Lids sink half mast, digits grasping a slick glass. Oh. He'd spilled half of his shot, brow furrowed in irritation, concentration given in order to hold still the glass he now held up to receive another pour of liquor. Disgusting. In-taking alcohol during times of doubt or whimsical fancy was a horrid habit to have but, with the encouragement brought forth via the latter sitting across from him he tosses another back, a congratulatory pat graced upon his back. The pat was probably bestowed a bit to hard because in the next moment he finds himself coughing, the burn of the liquor stinging his throat more than it usually did going down. He's been tricked, somewhat , dragged from his place of study an to a bar that doesn't seem to have the decency to check one's ID no matter how young they may be or look.
Reasons behind why he, of all people, had been called out, taken to this place that served as a drunken refuge for most, by the elder male was beyond him. Jimin has yet to ask, an inquiring in the near future doesn't seem rather plausible, especially with the way he sways upon the bar stool he'd taken perch. The other had to have his reasons, be it a whimsical decision, bad day at work, or maybe a rough patch in his life - ah, well, whatever it was Jimin wasn't really complaining, aside from the occasional whine that would filter through his lips every time the latter would order another round of shots for the two. Gods, how long would this continue? He was only five shots in an he was already feeling like throwing up, Jimin knows he should quit while he's ahead, an partially sober - but the thought of giving up halfway, when his Hyung seemed so intent of continuing on, didn't seem to quite settle well with him. Like hell he'd lose.
Air is puffed into cheeks the second another shot is slid over in his directions. Don't throw up. Dark orbs blur for a moment, hand extending outwards to take the short glass, "You feeling sick? you look a little....green." A snicker of laughter falls from the latter's lips, a mild observation made at Jimin posture, the coloring of his face fading temporarily at the thought of having to toss another back. It wasn't that he didn't like drinking it was the after effect he was dreading, the drunken slurs mixed with the need to cling onto the nearest object while whines fell from his throat repetitively like some type of broken record. Not to mention the potential hangover, oh, how could he forget that. Didn't he have class the next day? "s..shut up, hyung - I got t-this.." A hiccup follows, a dismissive hand waved in the direction of the elder male as glass is brought to his lips, head tossed back along with the liquor in his throat.
Was this some type of drinking game? Shot after shot after shot, serving no purpose but to see whom could reign victorious in some type of barbaric exchange. Is this what older brothers made their younger siblings indulge in when free time allotted? The tip of his tongue presses to the corner of his mouth, a heavy taste of liquor present, another reminder he'd be shitfaced the next day. " Another round." A soft glare is tossed to the other, Jinyoung insist on killing him. Well, damn. Screw it - it wasn't like he had an exam or anything tomorrow, just a review over anatomy or some shit - maybe. He wasn't quite to sure now that alcohol had replaced all the rational thinking in his veins, his mind filtering with random thoughts rather biomolecule structures. When the next round is presented to him Jimin could almost feel his liver frown, the poor organ was defiantly getting a workout tonight. The clicking of glass to glass earns a raised brow, a quick cheers given before the liquor is tossed back once more - the burn stinging a little less.
Another hiccup falls forth, forehead pressing against palm as elbow presses to counter. Dammit, he was going to puke. Air once more is brought into cheeks, anything to distill the overwhelming urge to upchuck onto the bar floor. With the last bits of his strength an possible sanity Jimin stands, an abrupt motion made under the pretense of a horrible not well thought out decision that soon brought him ass first upon the ground. ".. hyuuuuuung....the floor.....I'm just going to - stay here......right...here... " A soft pat is granted to the gradient, hiccup causing his chest to jump. In his mind it seemed the most plausible decision, the room spinning, ambient lighting only causing him to squint more an more. When the latter burst into a fit of laughter hand extended to offer itself in aid, Jimin blatantly refuses, slapping the extended extremity away, " - nah....naaaaah. just give me...mys-shots down here...." palm presses against sunken lid, lips pursing outwards as a whine filters in his throat, " I see stars - "
[ sms → besthyung ] Did you really just send my call straight to voicemail?
[ sms → besthyung ] I could be bleeding in an alley somewhere....an you sent me to voicemail...
Send ♠ for a drunk text
[ sms → besthyung ] Dnt frak out bbbt
[ sms → besthyung ] I thnk....tossd my kys offf a brdge....
[ sms → besthyung ] wll yoou cme pi ck me upp???
[ sms → besthyung ] TT TT
Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
[ sms → besthyung ] I accidentally dropped your guitar once.....when you weren't looking...
[ sms → besthyung ] I probably shouldn't have told you...
Send √ for a long-winded confession text
[ sms → besthyung ] Hyung, whenever you need me, I'll be right here okay? You seem to always be there for me and I just want to give you the same treatment. Try to eat healthy, an stay warm, it's supposed to get cold tonight - I swear i you get sick an end up in the hospital, I'll kick your hospital bed :/ coming from your self-proclaimed, but worried, little brother.
Send ☢ for a desperate text
[ sms → besthyung ] HYUNG. I NEED YOU TO DO A BIG FAVOR FOR ME -
[ sms → besthyung ] I left my essay on my desk, it's already printed any everything, but could you perhaps go pick it up for me? I can't leave class right now an I only have thirty minutes left till my next one -
[ sms → besthyung ] I'll owe you big time!
Send ☼ for a congratulatory text
[ sms → besthyung ] Congrats...you've managed to frighten me away from motorbikes for the rest of my life.
When will you take me drinking? I probably should grow a dependency on alcohol at such an age, but hey, I’ve seen younger going out to clubs. Maybe I finally hit my rebellious stage ^^ How lucky for you to be around during it. You know, I’ve always wanted to do something dangerous, something risking but nothing to potentially jeopardize the path I’m walking on. Seems kind of contradicting doesn’t it? I want to travel, I want to see everything this world has to offer before I die, and I know you may say something like ’ you’re still young ’ but, not everyday is guaranteed. I could die right now, or maybe ten minutes after writing this letter? Who knows? I surely don’t.
Hyung, have you ever been outside of the country? I have, just a couple of times. I went to the Bahamas once and somehow manged to get through it without to much trouble, my English isn’t very good, but I’ve been needing to work on that. You wouldn’t happen to know English would you? Ah. There I go, looking to you for help. It seems almost second nature now, even if you aren’t my true hyung. Did I ever tell you I always wanted an older brother? Someone to look up to, someone to look to for answers when my head became to foggy, an someone to teach me things that truly don’t matter or could be useful in this world, this lifetime.
Even if some of the things you say don’t make sense to me now, I’m sure they will later on in the future ( hopefully ). It’s nice, spending time with you from time to time, be it in person or text message. Steadily, you’ve grown into someone I can look to for advice. I hope such a place never become vacant by you. I may not be the best ’ younger brother ’ but I promise I won’t always live up to my ’ bratty ’ persona.
Hyung, you really are the best, an I won’t say it more than twice a day. So don’t push it.Also, I’m expecting those guitar lessons soon -
