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Chapter 17:Visit

Jin sighed, clearly resigning to the fact that arguing with Taehyung about drinking habits was an exercise in futility. "Just don't make a mess. I've cleaned up enough from last night's celebration."

You chuckled at Taehyung's comment, shaking your head. "Guess we all have our own ways of dealing with a hangover. Jimin oppa just prefers the direct approach."

As if on cue, Jimin made his entrance into the kitchen, looking a bit paler than usual. He shot a sheepish smile your way before grabbing a glass of water.

"I heard my name. What's everyone talking about?" he asked, taking a tentative sip from his glass.

"Taehyung here was just pointing out that you had a rather eventful morning," you replied, amusement lacing your voice.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for not having an iron stomach like some people." He cast a playful glare at Taehyung, walking to the kitchen and taking a seat.

Ignoring the soreness in your muscles, you took a seat at the table. "Any plans for today? Or are we all just recovering from the aftermath of our 'enthusiastic' celebration?"

Jin, while preparing a plate of food, looked thoughtful. "There's always something to do in our line of work. We'll discuss it after everyone's up and ready." He placed the plate in front of you. "Eat up. You'll need your energy."

As you dug into the food, you couldn't help but wonder about the day ahead even though half of it was wasted on sleeping. The air was thick with the aftermath of victory, yet an underlying tension hinted at the challenges that still lay ahead for your unconventional family.

Slowly, the room was getting filled as Jungkook appeared, scratching his head as he bounced onto the sofa in front of Taehyung.

"Hm, Jin hyung, do we still have banana milk?" Jungkook asked, and Jin yelled back a 'yes,' making Jungkook stand up to go to the kitchen.

You observed the banter between these two as you noticed how Jungkook didn't seem to be affected by last night's events.

"Didn't think you'd have such a high tolerance for alcohol," you mused, unknowingly earning a sly grin from the man.

"Well, you know, I'm the golden maknae. I can handle a few drinks without losing my composure."

Taehyung, overhearing the conversation, chimed in, "He's like a tank. Nothing seems to faze him."

Jungkook returned to the sofa, taking a sip of his banana milk. "You guys were hilarious last night, by the way. Jimin-hyung was a real sight." Hearing his name, Jimin, who was actually munching on pancakes, glared playfully at Jungkook, who only seemed to notice it late.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Jimin, with a mouthful of pancakes, pointed at Jungkook accusingly, making muffled sounds that were only intelligible to those familiar with Jimin's pancake language.

Jin, who was busy preparing more food in the kitchen, couldn't help but join in, "Jungkook, you better watch out. Jimin doesn't take comments about his antics lightly."

Jungkook chuckled, realizing the playful banter that had become a staple in their household. "Alright, alright, no more comments about last night. I don't want to be on Jimin-hyung's bad side."

Jimin, satisfied with the acknowledgment, continued enjoying his pancakes. Namjoon, entering the room with a newspaper in hand, greeted everyone. "Good morning, or should I say afternoon. How's everyone feeling?"

Taehyung, still lounging on the couch, sighed dramatically. "I'm feeling the worst, that's for sure."

Namjoon chuckled. "Well, we can't always avoid the consequences of our actions. But we did accomplish what we set out to do."