as much as i want to make it namseok, i know some people will not like it because of namjin so like,,,, i'll just give namseok some backstory, a parent theme for namjin, and what ship is the best in this story is up to your interpretation.

alcohol in this chapter! not sure if absinthe is legal in korea, but this is a fanfic so :)

when yoongi opened his eyes, shaking his head, all he saw was darkness. he reached up to touch his face, only to feel a thick layer of cloth over his head. he tried to move or stand up, but it felt like something held his feet down by the ankles.

muffled, he screamed.

then, he heard a voice.

"he's awake." they said, tone grim.

yoongi heard several footsteps approach him.

he felt the cloth get lifted off his head, his eyes adjusting to the light shining down from above him. he realized the fact that he was in hoseok's room. the place was covered with darkness, except for the spot yoongi was sitting on. his feet were tied to the bottom of the chair, tied securely so he couldn't just reach down and free himself. he couldn't even stand.

it felt like an action movie when he squinted at the dark, noticing six figures all around him. he looked around with a frown. "what the fuck is happening?"

from his right, seokjin leaned towards the light. "i warned you."

behind him, he heard hoseok whisper, attempting an echo at the end of his words. "initiation night-night-night-night..."

beside hoseok, namjoon snorted.

yoongi felt someone grip him on the shoulders, the person jumping up and down enthusiastically that it shook his chair. their voice resounded through the room, "it's initiation night!"

from his left, jeongguk let out a small tch. "pretty sure he gets it."

"what the hell? whatㅡ wait... who the fuck knocked me out?" yoongi gritted his teeth, sending glares to each and every one of them.

"i did."

yoongi snapped his head to the front, seeing park jimin standing there, a slightly guilty look on his face. yoongi tried to stand once more, his strong glare letting jimin feel threatened as the younger stepped back.

"we asked him to." hoseok blurted out, followed by a groan from namjoon. "sorry..."

"we weren't supposed to tell him!" taehyung whined.

"they thought it'd be cool if jimin tried to hit you again. with the way jimin aimed the frying pan, we thought he'd miss... but..." jeongguk stared at a spot on yoongi's head. "...then you started bleeding."

"i'mㅡ what?" yoongi reached up to a spot on his head, but winced as he came in contact with the fresh blood. "you fuckers made me bleed? for this damned initiation night? fucking really?"

"it's tradition." seokjin stated, almost reluctantly. he sounded like he was tired of it.

"fuck tradition!" yoongi yelled. "bring me to the hospital, you insane shitsㅡ"

"you're fine," taehyung dragged the last word, patting yoongi on the shoulder. yoongi slapped his hand away, receiving a defensive raise of the hands from taehyung. "calm down. it's a simple task, really." he shrugged, "ever since seokjin hyung banned the previous initiation , we've decided on an easier method."

"i don't even want to know what the previous initiation was." yoongi muttered.

namjoon and hoseok exchanged a look.

"anyway," seokjin began, "this year's challenge is..." his gaze averted towards jimin, as he gestured for the younger to step into the light. "...to drink some of this."

when jimin stepped into the light, he had a blank look attached to his face this time. yoongi's stare focused on the careful grasp jimin had on a slightly tall glass cup in between his smol hands, intricate designs on its top outer layer. but what really caught his attention was the small (was it small? it looked small, but then again...) amount of light green liquid resting at its bottom, waiting to be consumed.

"absinthe." jimin whispered. "simple."

yoongi frowned. "hey, isn't that..."

"a tough drink?" taehyung piped in. "yeah! but this is a fair amount. it's not gonna kill you, don't worry."

yoongi looked around. once again, namjoon and hoseok exchanged a glance. it bothered him, for an unknown reason.

"what if i don't want to?"

"you have to do it!" namjoon spoke up. "we even did the whole burning-the-sugar thing for you..."

"he did the whole sugar thing," seokjin clarified, giving namjoon a side glance. "proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"not really." namjoon mumbled. "but still, it's not that much of a big deal." he gave yoongi a pat on the shoulder. "you're not gonna die, obviously. this is never gonna end unless you drink it. take it from me."

yoongi sighed, turning over to jimin. "you know what? fuck it. give it to me."

jimin hummed. "just take it sloㅡ"

instead of taking the half finished advice, yoongi snatched it from him, immediately downing it. slowly, in reality, just stopping the liquid from going down his throat every now and then, but to the others, it looked like he wasn't going to live tomorrow without a single regret.

(i know nothing about actually drinking absinthe. i don't know if i'm missing anything. correct me if i'm wrong on something and i'll edit it!)

"you might want to slow down." jeongguk suggested, but it was all over when yoongi winced as he handed the empty cup over to jimin.

"well," yoongi coughed out, "it's not burning my throat. not really..."

"it's not supposed to." namjoon said.

"is he. uh. gonna hallucinate?" taehyung asked.

distorted words. the lightweight man he was, yoongi now knew why he preferred strawberry milk more.

"no," namjoon replied, "contrary to belief, it's not actually hallucinogenic. trust me. i know it's a psychoactive drug, but really, by the time you see hallucinations, you'd be dead. it's got some hallucinogenic ingredients, but it doesn't really affect you if you take a single glass."

"sayoaytib drug?" yoongi muttered, a frown painted on his face.

"okay, smart ass, calm down." hoseok snorted. namjoon punched him on the shoulder. "ahh. i'm attacked by knowledge."

"we're pretty much done here." seokjin glanced at jimin. "make sure to clean it up and put it back in its proper place." he walked over the light switch, pressing down and lighting up the room. taehyung hissed, jeongguk sighed and yoongi was still dazed. "i'll be in my room. you guys better not do anything insane."

seokjin walked out.

for a while, the six were quiet, yoongi staring ahead with a confused look, whilst taehyung checked to see if seokjin was finally in his room.

jeongguk groaned in annoyance, crouching down. he began to untie yoongi from the chair, the oldest one in the room still keeping his head tilted, face devoid of emotion at this point.

"is that a usual effect?" hoseok questioned, a bit worried.

"no," namjoon frowned, "i'm pretty sure that this guy's just a lightweight." he assumed.

"oh." hoseok said. "so that's why he bought all that... you know."

"what, you know?" jimin asked.

"guys!" taehyung whispered. "he's gone!"

jeongguk rolled his eyes, getting up and dragging yoongi up with him, as the latter nearly toppled over due to the sudden force.

"not sure if this is a good idea..." jeongguk stated.

"what's a good idea?" yoongi asked out loud.

taehyung walked over, hands rested on both sides of his waist, looking as proud as ever, "your unofficial second part of the initiation!" taehyung exclaimed. yoongi gave him an odd look. "we're not supposed to do it, but we think that it's required if you want to be apart of bhb."

"you think it's required." jimin corrected.

"yeah, whatever." taehyung smiled, standing in front of yoongi as well. "okay, yoongi hyung, pick a door."

"ha?"

"pick a door. anyone's door. literal door. someone you hate, someone you like so far. any one of us. except for seokjin."

someone he hates? someone he likes so far? normally, yoongi's sober head would pick kim namjoon, but his eyes just end up wandering over at jimin's waiting figure. he shot a glare at jimin's direction.

"park jimin." he answered through gritted teeth,

jimin could only respond with a sad, but expected glance.

ㅡ ㅡ ㅡ

yoongi doesn't know how, but he ends up with a tight grip on a goddamn door, sitting at the edge of the top of the stairs. five people stood behind him, giving him instructions and such. yoongi was about to tip over, if it weren't for jeongguk holding his drunk self back.

"okay!" taehyung clasped his hands together. "this is your challenge! simply slide down the stairs using park jimin's door." taehyung grinned.

"possible death or a serious injury..." namjoon sighed. "oh, well. looks like we'll be looking for a new housemate soon."

"don't say that!" hoseok scolded. "yoongi will survive." he said. "maybe."

jimin scratched the back of his head. "is this a good idea?"

"it is a good idea!" taehyung exclaimed, determined, as he grabbed the edges of the door. "are you ready, hyung? any last words?"

yoongi looked back at all of them, lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke, "i fucking hate you all."

while the others looked at him with a slightly surprised expression, taehyung only grinned at his words, proceeding to push him over the edge bit by bit.

"here goes!" then he gave one final push, sending the door and yoongi down the stairs. yoongi let out these cut off screams, the steps affecting his speech as he made his way down. everyone else at the top was either screaming, cheering, or groaning in regret.

"well, fuck." jeongguk said out loud and watched as the door stopped at one step, its bottom stuck. yoongi was forcibly pushed forward, fucking goddamn flying for the last three steps.

what's worse was that the wall was directly ahead of yoongi, who was about to crash into said wall.

but no, he didn't.

a pillow came into contact on his face, sliding in between he and the wall, right before he was about to collide.

the five peered over, guilt already written all over their faces.

as yoongi's face safely hit the pillow, his whole being falling back and crashing unconscious into the floor in front of the stairs, the pillow dropped to the ground.

the five boys' eyes trailed up. a groan. a gasp. a quiet, 'shit.'

at the bottom was seokjin.

he glanced at the door, at yoongi's knocked out figure, before he shot daggers at the five.

his voice boomed,

"what the fuck did i say?"