&&. bad timing ;; kikwang + jimin
It was a fact that Jimin was out in the field more times than he would like to admit. He had probably searched all the settlements within the free district for supplies, even if he knew they were swept clean by the military. But each time he went, he was surprised for the things they overlooked.
For the nth time, he entered a small house that probably belonged to a person who was probably in the upper-middle class of Seoul, and he was there with a friend. A dead rabbit was tied around his waist, & an arrow was still drawn on the bow while he searched the area once again.
Maybe there was something in there that he had missed the last time he was there. He probably already memorized the place because he found himself unconsciously navigating his way to what was probably the kitchen, putting his bow down, and opening one of the cupboards.
Lo' & behold, he found booze.
"Hey, Kikwang," Jimin called, nodding his head towards his friend's direction. A fellow unsung, & a fellow hunter, Jimin could trust this person in battle. "Come check it out! Look what I found! You might want it, though. I don't know, but you should see it!"