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He smelled like whiskey –he knew he did too-, but he couldn’t find himself to care. The room was dark, they sat on the floor under Hoseok’s desk –who cared at this point if it wasn’t the most comfortable?-.
Yoongi could not hold back anymore. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was in his system, but he found himself drown in his feelings, letting himself relax and forget about any rational thought, anything but now, but him. He just didn’t care about consequences at this point.

