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Jimin knew that he shouldn’t have done it. But he had, and he didn’t regret a moment of it.
The best yet affordable bar in Seoul, SOLACE itself, was giving out FREE samples of drinks, so how could he resist? Besides, being an otherworldly, godly being allowed his body to have a much higher tolerance, so he wouldn’t be tripping balls, right?
Wrong.
Jimin realised that after 23 glasses of the tangy liquid, that he was, in fact, not completely immune to being drunk. He also realised that due to a very grounding glass of cold water directly to the face.
He looked up, and realised the splash came from a very embarrassed, and a very pretty young man. Jimin could only stare into the latter’s sharp, black, feline eyes, as he brought a tissue to Jimin’s face.
“I’m truly very sorry, Ssi. Are you…are you alright?” He offered his hand to steady Jimin’s stance.
Jimin gave him a lopsided smile, and tried to get onto his feet. “No, I’m Jimin-” His stool’s leg cut him off, and he fell onto the table, causing the other man to fuss over him even more.
“Sir, you’re definitely drunk,” he said. “Let me call a cab, or a friend for you.”
“Nu-uh.” Jimin shook his head like a 5-year-old, “You're a stranger.” He pointed a finger accusedly.
The man almost rolled his eyes. “Im Min Yoongi, I'm 29 years old, I’m NOT going to hurt you I literally just-“ He took a deep breath, and counted to 10. Out loud.
“Now would you let me help you? Should I call someone?”
“Hehe, no need for that Yoongs,” Jimin purred. “I just wanted the name of such a pretty man.” Yoongi felt taken aback. Pretty? That was new.
Jimin smirked. “I’ll call Hobi-ah myself.”
Yoongi simply sighed as the 100% drunk-out-of-his-mind Jimin tried to get his glass from the far end of the table, when it was literally right next to him.
He watched as Jimin grabbed his glass and… poured the wine onto his cupped palm.
“Ew, won’t that feel weird?” Yoongi asked, and was ignored. The Audacity.
The liquid spilled onto Jimin’s white shirt and dripped onto his jeans, but apparently the man had NO qualms whatsoever, because he happily brought his hands close to his mouth, and muttered something under his breath. Before Yoongi knew it, without any sign or warning, Jimin haphazardly threw his hands in the air, spraying both of them with the liquid.
“What the heck was that?? Yoongi barked at him, struggling to wipe his shirt before it got stained.
And was ignored. Again.
He didn’t have to wait long for an answer, however, because out of the slightly hazy, smoke-filled air, a disgruntled, cucumber-wielding man materialised.
A man with horns and bat-wings and literal LAVA dripping off of his near-naked body. Holding a cucumber.
Yoongi’s eyes widened.
“A DEVIL??” He wanted to shout, but no noise came out of his throat.
Then, he made the obvious, yet natural, mistake of blinking, and the horns, wings, lava all vanished. Without them, and now dressed in ripped black jeans, a white shirt and a hoodie, all Yoongi saw was a casual party-goer.
“Wait, what? Did I hallucinate some random stranger to be a devil?” Yoongi groaned and ran his hands through his hair. “Should probably lay back on the wine.”
Jimin slung his arms around the stranger and pressed onto him as the new mystery man looked around frantically and crouched to hide under the table. He grabbed Jimin’s shoulder and pulled him down too, resulting in the latter landing on his ass.
“Hobiiiii, I feel dizzy." Jimin whined, while ‘Hobi’ tried to peek past the legs of the other people moving around the bar.
“You lil shit,” he glanced at Jimin, “you HAD to summon me when I couldn't use Teleport!?” He whisper-shouted, not noticing a gaping-mouthed Yoongi.
So he was NOT hallucinating.
Yoongi took a deep breath, and bent over the two idiots wrecking his self-pitiful evening. “May I help you, sir?” He offered awkwardly, seeing that since he had already offered to help Jimin, he might as well complete the favour. Between a falling apart studio, and a dying back account, it can’t get any worse, right?
Wrong.
Reality check hit Yoongi like a wet snowball as soon as Hobi met his own twitching eyes ...with his flaming red ones.
Yoongi’s mind went into panic mode. “He IS A devil im so fucked imsofuckedimso-”
Before he could run out of there as fast as his legs could carry him, Hobi grabbed his outstretched hand and jumped. He jumped so high and so fast, everything became a blur and the noise of shrill screaming filled Yoongi’s ears, as the familiar pull of gravity reduced rapidly.
Yoongi could only close his eyes and pray to god to save him from falling or dying or falling AND dying, because he was NOT going to die like that. Min Yoongi of the Yeohueng Min Dynasty was a manly man, and he was gonna go down crying over Holly's cute lil antics. Because.
And then he fainted.