notes: i know literally nothing about yoongi's brother- literally, i even had to google his name for this. nothing i portray him as is what he actually is like. so i'm just gonna reinforce that thing i said where none of this actually represents them as people in reality ^^
also i didn't know if it's 'junki' and 'yunki', 'junki' and 'yoongi'. or 'joongi' and 'yoongi'?? pls help xD
so i just wrote his name as 'junki' because that's what it was written as when i googled it xD
spot the Taste Of Ink references y'all

jeon jeongguk

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Yoongi threw his bag on the floor, Jimin's papers scrunched up in his pocket. What was written on his paper had left him completely distraught, and he barely even noticed voices talking from the back rooms of the house before he stormed in to dump his shoes and jacket.

He stopped in his tracks when the voices stopped, and he noticed various pairs of eyes staring up at him.

"Oh, Yoongi, you're home!" His brother grinned, and rose from his seat at the dining room table. As soon as he got close enough, Yoongi stepped back.

He could smell alcohol on his breath.

"I'd like you to meet Jeon Jeongguk," There was only a slight slur to his voice, but Yoongi still scrunched his nose. Junki gestured over to the younger boy who had been sat opposite him. He looked even younger than Yoongi- making the blonde frown in distaste. What kind of stuff was his brother getting this kid into?

The kid smiled, and Yoongi just nodded at him, hoping that the kid didn't think the disgusted look on Yoongi's face was because of him.

"Nice to meet you, kid. I'm Yoongi. I'm gonna just leave you with this twat biscuit though, because I'm a bit busy and I-"

Suddenly, Junk was dragging Yoongi over to sit with them, and pulling a can of beer out of the pack for him. It was something new, he hardly ever drank- but what the hell? Now that he thought about it, it was his graduation week, and he did feel like he wanted to die with the information from Jimin's papers running around in his head. What bad could a little drink do?

He opened the can with a snap and a slight fizz, and started drinking it without any more protest.

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"So you're a drug runner in Junki's gang?" Yoongi slurred, taking another sip from his third, nearly empty can of beer. Honestly, it was some sort of miracle that he wasn't passed out with his head on the table, being the lightweight he was. Jeongguk nodded, leaning back in his chair. Good thing he wasn't drunk, otherwise he'd probably end up falling off his chair, hitting his head and having to go to hospital. Thank god sober Junki had some kind of common sense, and have given Jeongguk some coffee instead.

"Yeah, I've worked with him for about... five years? Since I was twelve. But I used to carry just messages back then."

"And he's damn good at it too!" Junki yelled out. Yoongi would have cared, if it wasn't for the facts that he was drunk, and the gang pretty much owned the whole neighborhood- practically everyone knew who's house this was, and about all the gang business that ended up going on inside.

Suddenly, Yoongi started wondering if Jimin knew that too. Why wasn't it on his paper?

"The only time he ever got caught was for disruptin' pedestrians by going too fast on his skateboard," Junki chuckled, slurring his words a little as he reached across the table to ruffle Jeongguk's hair. "Cops didn't even check his bag for nothin', just believed he was some kid causin' a little trouble."

The boy just scrunched his nose, and leaned away.

"You stink of beer," He mumbled, a tone of disgust in his voice that threw Yoongi and Junki into a fit of laughter.

"As if the rest of the room doesn't?" Yoongi teased.

"When he's in the den with us, he always sprays some girly air freshener to get rid of the cigarette smell," Junki chuckled. Again, Yoongi started laughing, feeling his eyes close by the force of it.

Despite trying to keep away from all of Junki's gang business, Yoongi had been to the den a few many times. He knew the kind of cigarette smell Junki was referring to- something that clung to you even hours after leaving. Imagining it replaced with some flowery-smelling air freshener gave him hysterics.

For a while longer, they joked together about Jeongguk's childish antics. It was only when Yoongi finished his third can and reached over for another, when Jeongguk reached over to stop his hand.

"Go and sleep, hyung. You'll have an even worse hangover in the morning if you carry on right now."

For a moment, Yoongi almost seemed to consider it- before standing up, and wobbling slightly on his feet. He smiled drunkenly at Jeongguk.

"Yah, I think I might," He slurred. "Nice to meet you, Jeongguk."

Yoongi managed to stumble out of the room on his own, and make his way to the couch in the front room that he had slept on the day before. At least he still had the common sense to figure out that going upstairs, in the state he was in, would be a death wish.

The last thing he did was kick his shoes off before collapsing onto the couch, getting comfortable and listening to his brother's rambling start up again as he quickly drifted to sleep.

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Head throbbing and every fiber of his being telling him to give up on school and just crash back on the couch, Yoongi stepped out of his front door onto the street and turned around to lock the door behind him.

That morning, Yoongi had been painfully reminded of why drinking so much alcohol was a bad idea. Yeah, sure, it had loosened him up, got him forgetting everything and talking to Jeongguk easier, but no doubt he probably did something to make a fool of himself in front of the boy while drunk and now he felt like his head was being bashed in with a bat.

Quite aware that he had missed Hoseok, Yoongi walked down the street on his own. His hangover had delayed him near severely, and he was surely marked as late in his first class already.

A heavy pang of guilt started to hit his heart. When Miss Newell had asked him the day before, he should have just told her. Even if he hadn't known then what was on Jimin's paper about him, it would have made it easier to think about today.

"Yoongi-hyung!"

The shout pierced his head and he hissed, stopping to put his hands to his temples. It gave a chance for Jimin to catch up to him.

"You alright?" The younger asked brightly. Yoongi nodded, groaning as he nursed his throbbing head.

"Hangover." Yoongi groaned, sighing soon after his arms dropped back to his sides. Jimin smiled, shaking his head slightly.

"Was yesterday too much? I'm sorry, I should have left you alone." Slowly, his voice seemed to slip into a whine. Yoongi shook his head- although it was near agonizing- and smiled through the winces as the only slightly taller male.

"No, no, it's alright. I like your company. You know, you're actually a better person than I thought you'd be, what will all the gossip business."

"About your page, though?"

Yoongi turned silent. They began to carry on walking, Yoongi trudging along and Jimin walking slower than usual in consideration of him.

"I don't believe it, you know. I just heard it, and I kind of have to-"

"Can we not talk about this?" Yoongi cut off. "Until later, I mean." He winced as they rounded a corner, and the sun started shining straight onto his face. "My head hurts too much to think properly."

Jimin smiled softly, chuckling a little.

"Yeah yeah, okay. That's understandable.

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, lifting his hands again to massage his temples.

A moment of silence passed between them, before Yoongi looked over to the second year.

"How come you're running late, too?"

Jimin smiled at him- not so much that Yoongi saw the eye smile he had started to notice was almost characteristic to the boy, but a smile nonetheless.

"My boyfriend came home late last night, pretty drunk, and woke me up. So I had to yell at him, saying that just because he's in that gang doesn't mean he should go getting drunk..." He trailed off and his eyes widened. Yoongi stopped walking, and began to stare at Jimin in surprise.

"Jeon Jeongguk?"

Jimin's eyes seemed to widen even more, if possible.

"He's a drug runner in my older brother's gang. I met him last night. He's also... your boyfriend?"

Jimin gave a sigh of relief, and seemed to relax. He nodded.

"He was drinking coffee before I went to sleep." Yoongi smiled. "He must have only had a few cans of beer before you saw him."

Jimin nodded, a grateful smile on his face.

"Thanks for clarifying for me," He chuckled. "At least I know he still has some common sense."

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"You what?" Hoseok asked loudly, eyes wide. Yoongi groaned, fighting the urge to shove his head in his hands. His migraine has calmed down significantly over the hours, but Hoseok's near shouting just threatened to bring it back.

"I drank last night. So?" Yoongi groaned. "You're not my mother, Hoseok."

"But you never drink." Hoseok frowned, speaking matter-of-factly. Yoongi just nodded in agreement with him.

"Yeah, I dont."

Yoongi continued talking through the yard. He had arrived with Jimin just as their second lesson finished- giving him a perfect window of time. known as morning break, for him to get nagged at by Hoseok and Namjoon, and talk to Miss Newell about something before he broke down from stress, coupled with self doubt.

"Yoongi, I'm being serious."

The third year stopped abruptly, spinning around to face his friend. A frown remained on his face as he glared up at him.

"And I'm serious, Hoseok. Can't you leave me alone for just a minute?"

He spun on his heel, turning back the way he had been originally facing to continue walking away. He didn't wait long enough to see how Hoseok would react to his sudden outburst, but he didn't hear footsteps behind him anymore. His eyes softened with some emotion close to regret, but he didn't turn around.

"...and then he asked me if he could trust me-"

As Yoongi walked past, a girl in her group of friends stopped talking. Due to what he had heard before she cut off, he had the slightest hunch it was Aecha talking about him. Once again, he didn't turn around, just continue walking- but soon enough, Aecha was walking beside him as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"Yoongi, you alright?" She asked. Her cheerful tone made Yoongi feel ever so slightly nauseous, and he didn't turn to look at her. Maybe he was just being an asshole, but he really couldn't have been bothered with anyone, other than Jimin or the teacher he was seeking out to speak to.

"Yoongi, talk to me-"

If Jimin asked him if he was alright with the notes again, he'd have to say they were breaking him- for he whirled around in anger, face contorted with the same emotion. In that moment, he was closer to snapping at Aecha than his sanity was to disrepair, but it all fizzed down to nothing when he saw that he wasn't face to face with the pale girl, but rather the girl with the dark hair and bob cut he had seen the day of Cerridwen's and Taehyung's quarrel.

She smiled at him, and Yoongi could just stare in awe. There was something ethereal about her- not the kind of ethereal that he had heard Aecha's friends describe Taehyung as because he looked that handsome, no- something else entirely. Something about her looked too pure, too simple, too innocent for the world.

Too childlike.

"Who are you?" He breathed out. His voice was barely a whisper- but if he was quiet, the yard was quieter. He had no doubt that the girl had managed to hear.

Yoongi couldn't help but become breathless again when the girl let out a soft little bout of laughter. She shook her head, strands of hair falling over her face instead of being tucked behind her ears. Yoongi had the faintest urge to brush them back to where they had been minutes ago.

"You know me." Her voice was gentle, quiet and happy. It was higher pitched than he was used to hearing- like it hadn't broken yet.

"I-"

"I have to say bye now."

A silence grew between them. With a smile, the girl reached over to pat Yoongi's head.

Her hand felt cold.

"You'll do just fine."