✦ So Good At Being In Trouble // Taejoon // 18+ ✦

It Catches Up With You

As expected, last night rushed by quickly and, with the help of the alcohol, it transformed into a blur for Taehyung. Blinking his eyes open slowly, he focuses on the reflection of himself laying on the couch in the tv across from him. His arm is slung over the side and he can feel the fluffy rug beneath his fingertips. Shuffling slightly, he groans loudly from the sudden ache that goes through his head. Headache? Check. Nauseous? Check. Hungover? Most definitely. He pulls the blanket that covers him up over his curled up frame, snuggling up underneath. Jimin and Yoongi's living room really needed curtains with all the sunlight the large square-shaped windows let in during the mornings. He understands that they like to show off the large windows that came with the penthouse, but curtains should be an essential requirement.

Eyes squeezing shut from the rays of sun, he groans weakly this time with a huff and tosses himself onto his side. His throat feels dry and he is in need of an ice cold glass of water.

Damn, so they really did drink.

The boy groans quietly, pressing a hand against his forehead, trying his best to recollect last night.

After a number of cocktails and glasses of wine, the three exited the bar and up the steps to the main street, snickering amongst themselves. Yoongi was reluctant to stick around much longer, to their utmost disappointment, for the sake of his wellbeing but also his future self tomorrow morning. He managed to convince them both that he had to go to catch at least some hours of rest. Damn responsible Yoongi. Jimin could swear that he saw him keeping track of how many drinks he had. Probably didn't want to experience the battling of a hangover while making coffee at 7am for those morning office folk.

"Ah, what a killjoy." Jimin sighs out with a shake of his head, leaning back against the stone wall outside the entrance to the bar. For a Monday night, it was surprisingly busy in town. Nearing the end of the month, though, it was probably the results of payday and the excitement for Christmas finally building.

Jimin's hair falls into his eyes as he lowers his head, hand pushing up the sleeve of his jacket. He squints at his watch and takes longer than usual to register what time it is. ".. Ten minutes past one!" He chortles, turning to look at the younger standing next to him, seeming to be in his own little world.

Taehyung can only last so long out in the cold before he is positive he will die of hypothermia. At least it's not snowing, he thinks. Then he would certainly be hanging on. He shivers a little, cursing at himself inwardly for not wearing a more coordinating coat for the weather. He keeps his head dipped into his snug scarf, hands shoved into pockets and never pulling out.

"That late already?" He hums in response, looking up from underneath his messy locks and smiling beneath the wooly material. The brown bag gently swings back and forth between his fingers.

"Look, I've an idea, okay." Taehyung sighs out with a cackle at Jimin's sudden proposition. A spontaneous idea, no doubt. But one he is willing to do, more than fall into a bed right now? He looks at Jimin, doubtful that he will accept.

The other leans into him, balancing himself on his toes with a hand between Taehyung's shoulderblades. He could smell the sweetness of the strawberry daiquiri off his breath and he was sure Jimin was experiencing the same. Jimin smirks and Taehyung recognises that mischievous look all too well.

Taehyung breaks into a grin as he tilts his chin up. "No-"

Jimin's smirk stretches, a glint in his eyes and his friend is shaking his head. "Listen-"

"No. No, I am not going to do some late night gallivanting with you and spraypaint the back of some takeaway-"

"No!" Jimin yells, unable to contain his giggling from the reluctant Taehyung. His hand is now perched on his shoulder, desperately squeezing on for balance. Tipsy was an understatement.