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“mm-hm,” he says (hums? grunts? moans? who the hell knows, really) nearly instantly, not even until she properly finishes her sentence. 

alright, so maybe he is a little tipsy. maybe a little more than just tipsy. but that was the point from the beginning, wasn’t it? let’s be irresponsible for once and have as many shots as we can handle until we pass out, they agreed, and after some teasing (”i had no idea you had this in you, noona,” he cooed at her, “how much alcohol can even such a tiny male body possibly hold?” she snickered back at him) and planning, they sat down with a ridiculous amount of soju bottles -- all flavors possible, or at least so they thought -- and proceeded to very unglamorously and un-idol-like get drunk out of their minds.

“people who say alcohol s’clouding your judgement are l-i-a-r-s,” he mutters soon, right after knocking back a shot vigorously enough to lose the little bit of balance he still had left and lean back until he lays flat on the floor of his small studio. his back is quietly thankful for the gift of a small fluffy rug--courtesy of the ever so thoughtful seokjin--now making his body relatively comfortable for the state he is in, and his mind feels like lying down is both the best and the worst idea possible at the moment. the whole world spins and when yoongi opens his eyes, the small lights in the ceiling feel like stars that are about to fall right on top of his big stupid drunk head.

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