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it had seemed like a family dinner, stories and occurrences floating over the oak table in jin’s humble house. four people made up the small group; hoseok, arm comfortably laid around jimin’s shoulder, the younger blushing as the news of his upcoming audition made seokjin glow with pride at his boy.
the other person at the table was jung dawon, who had developed a fetish over the youngest’s bright red cheeks, pinching them every now and then. hoseok had insisted on bringing his sister along, since she was back from a trip to promote her clothing line, and ready to meet her brother’s friends.
a rather good idea, it was, because jin had instantly sparked into conversation with her, making the atmosphere much more comfortable.
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everything ran smoothly, under the spell of jin’s magnificent cooking, of course. but somehow, the after-dinner conversation had resulted in the jung siblings getting drunk. "gimme another bottle~"
dawon couldn't stop drinking at this point, jin having to offer them a ride home.
realising how late it had become, they proceeded to clean up (jin and jimin at least). as they walked out the door, the older planted a kiss on his forehead, praising him for drinking responsibly.
“jinnieee, hobi wants kisses too~” hobi’s whining voice made jin roll his eyes, pecking him on the cheek.
“why does hobi get kissies and dawonnie gets none?” the girl pouted, jin groaning in annoyance, having to kiss them both. twice.
jimin giggled at his hyung’s expression.
jin started walking towards the car, as the siblings clung into his arms, behaving like toddlers.
“dawon, stop hitting your brother…i don't care if he started it.. jung hoseok did you just touch my butt??!”
jin really did look like a mother. he turned around as he shoved the two into the car.
“jiminie, it's late, take an uber home. stay safe ok!” the younger only nodded, waving him off.
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the cold breeze hit him almost immediately, making him clutch onto his parka for fear it might blow off. dang it… he was alone, in the middle of a street he didn't know the name of, and what's worse, he was afraid of the dark.
normally, the streetlamps would be on. but only one of them worked, eerily glowing under a solitary tree branch.
