Word count: 5,187
Warning: Jimin smut
You take a swig from the bottle in your hand, savouring the sharp flavour on your tongue you’ve been waiting for all day long.
The boy next to you, impatiently holding out his hand, rolls his eyes when you let out a fulfilled sigh. “Dude, it’s just vodka with fucking water.”
“Fuck off, Yoongi,” you respond, showing your affection for the guy by taking a sip. Only when he basically rips it out of your hands do you hand it to him with offendedly. “Fine, take it.”
Yoongi leans back until his head hits the brick wall, then copies your actions. “Fucking hell, Jimin again today.”