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𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩

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Author's POV: At the dorms, around 2 am in the morning...

"Where was your mind, boy?! How dare you break such a valuable vase?!!! Do you know how important that is-"

Jin screamed, tightening the grip on Jungkook's arm as the other started whimpering and sobbing. "And now you chose to cry in front of me after being such a menace?!" Jungkook cried harder as the other pulled him closer, gripping his hand on his jawline, forcing his head up. His fingers were digging into the boy's bones skin, reason for his tears to fall even faster, the drops being big and burning as ever.

"H-hyung, it was not my fault!" Jungkook tried to speak through sobs and winces, but the other seemed to get even angrier than before. "No, p-please listen...!" He was terribly shaking as he saw his hyung tossing him on the ground, walking away and rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. Jungkook was crying so loudly that he could feel his head pounding and his heart beating wildly as he tried to stumble to his own feet. "P-please..." He whispered weakly, holding one hand on the floor and the other over his head, looking down and trying to stop the room from spinning as he was sitting up. He turned his head towards Jin, who was already holding something in his hand.

"Hyung... I tripped and fell-... H-hyung-ah?" He stuttered as the other turned towards him, the wine bottle in his hand, slightly hidden behind his back. Jungkook's vision was blurry, but he could still notice that Jin was slowly stepping towards him. "What are you doing with that..."

"You were drunk, Jungkook-ah?" Jin said, his calm tone bringing chills over Jungkook's body. He nodded and the other smirked widely, suddenly rushing and tackling the maknae to the floor. The loud thud made everyone else in the house come down, not scared anymore of Jin's yelling, their eyes glowing with confusion.

Namjoon wanted to step closer and ask what happened, only to stop and notice the shattered vase on the ground, some pieces being painted with red stains, the same stains that were on Jungkook's hands and clothes. "What the fuck happened here?!" He yelled and came closer, noticing how hard Jungkook was struggling into Jin's grip. He didn't know what to do, until the elder spoke.

"Hold him down. He was dead drunk and playing around."

As Namjoon and Jhope saw Jin's glare, they looked at each other, exchanging the same emotions through their eyes. They know how angry Jin was whenever he found Jungkook drinking. Especially late at night. And since his vase was broken because of this matter, they knew very well that the maknae will be mercilessly punished.

The younger cried and squirmed against the three pairs of hands that were holding him down, remaining only two of them as Jin mounted and sat on his convulsing tummy.

"Mmm... Please, hyung-ah... I'm sorry..." Jungkook pleaded and turned his head away, yet Jin's hand was fast enough, and he caught his jaw once again, pulling his head up by it. His other hand was holding the open bottle, leaning it closer to his lips.

"Please what? I thought you liked drinking. Let hyung do it now. Put you to sleep, watch you pass out from this damn alcohol." He rasped and didn't give the boy a second to even blink. He pressed the rim of the bottle to his lips, forcing his mouth open by squeezing his jawline, pushing it further down and forcing the liquid down. Jungkook's eyes were soaking in tears, the other men putting all their strength into holding him, his body convulsing the more Jin poured the alcohol down his throat.

"Krgh- ... H-hyung..." Jungkook said before coughing up, Jin pulling the bottle away for a second, not wanting to kill the boy by blocking his air completely. He could feel his belly filling up, so he glanced at the quarter-full bottle. The younger was unable to lift his hands or his legs, Namjoon holding them behind his back and Jhope pressing his knees against the floor. Their hearts were breaking hearing the other crying out weakly as Jin brought the bottle to his shaky lips once again. Jungkook coughed immediately, closing his eyes and humming drunkenly, yet the other forced all the alcohol down his throat, his coughs turning into whimpers as he struggled to swallow.

Jimin and Yoongi were looking at each other while holding some towels and water, in case anything happened, crouched next to the others. Jin lowered Jungkook's head and signaled the others to let go of him, knowing he was too weak and dazed to even find his way up from the floor.

"Hyung, are you sure he is going to be fine?" Namjoon said after letting go of the boy's hands, sitting up from the ground. Jhope looked at the both of them, seeing the worry in Namjoon's eyes, and the confidence in Jin's eyes. Yet, other than that... he could see disappointment and anger still boiling into him. He glanced at the empty bottle and slammed it on the sink counter.

"He will live. For now, I do not want to have him in my line of sight." Jin glared at Jungkook and raised his hand as the other sobbed and pleaded again, coughing up but nothing coming out anymore. The younger lifted his hands slowly seeing the other's gesture, screaming his cries out of his lungs. Jin was about to kick and hit him, but Yoongi dropped everything, jumping over Jungkook's laying body, getting in between them and pushing Jin away.

"You should go and take some fresh air. We will take care of the vase. It can be fixed."

"THAT LITTLE BASTARD NEVER LISTENS, WHY WOULD I?!"

"Because you are older, and you are his hyung." Namjoon stepped in, Jimin coming and crouching over to Jungkook, pulling him away from the scene and picking him up on his knees. He wiped the cold cloth over his forehead, feeling his heartbeat, which was thankfully stable. The boy grunted, blinking trying to focus on what was going on, yet his vision was too blurred and flushed by the alcohol. Not to mention that he was drinking to get away from the exhaustion and sickness he felt boiling inside after practicing in the cold studio a night ago.

"Come on, you." Jimin whispered, helping Jungkook up, wrapping one of his arms around his own neck, the other holding his slim waist before starting to walk over to the bedroom. The darkness was still covering the whole hallway since the boys had rushed into the living room, without anything else in mind other than seeing what's happening.

Jimin laid the younger on the bed and carefully tended to him, sighing as he noticed that the other was no longer responding to anything. He was asleep, either by exhaustion or by the big amount of wine taking control and pushing him into unconsciousness.

Namjoon's voice rang through the walls. "KIM SEOKJIN, CALM THE FUCK DOWN NOW!" The next thing that echoed was the door slamming. Then, only Yoongi and Jhope asking Namjoon what they should do. Jimin was listening closely, slightly getting protective over the younger, knowing how they all have been ignoring his words about not feeling well the past few days. Using alcohol was still not the right way and that was why Jimin was confronting with his own thoughts.

"YOONGI!"

"HE HURT JUNGKOOK AND NOW RUNS AWAY?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

"He will come back. You know how Jin hyung is..."

"But he hurt our maknae-"

"Yoongi-ah... Jungkook had been really drinking a lot lately. Maybe this will teach them both something useful."

"It's a bit of harsh lesson, Jhope."

Namjoon guided them both back to the bedrooms after locking the front door. "Get some rest, boys. I will stand guard for Jin."

"Are you sure, Namjoon-ah? What if he hurts-"

"He won't. Trust me."

Jhope and Yoongi nodded, ignoring the disbelief still burning in their hearts and the lumps settling in their throats. They split and went to their own bedrooms, Namjoon resting on the couch, his eyes darting from place to place, but always locking his eyes on the door.

Jimin continued rubbing the cloth on Jungkook's forehead, listening to the other's breath and watching how his chest was raising and falling rhythmically. He was peacefully sleeping, but the older one knew that it was just the side effects of the wine and exhaustion, putting him down into a deep sleep. Usually, Jungkook was shifting a lot in his sleep while being touched, but now he seemed like he was about to slip in a coma. Jimin's eyes widened, and he immediately put the cloth down as Jungkook's breaths turned into coughs. He forced him awake by shaking his shoulders and lifting him up in a sitting position, patting his back. The younger whimpered and opened his eyes slowly before shutting them again as he began throwing up and spilling the dark red liquid over the bed and floor. Soaked and sweaty, he was leaning into Jimin's arms, the other's soothing words reaching his ears even if he was in a state of agony, continuing to throw up and shudder, nothing but wine coming out of his stomach. The acid was burning his throat, his cries getting louder and the signal being strong enough for Jimin to reach his hand for the water bottle. He pulled Jungkook to the side and pressed the lid to his lips, forcing some of the water into his throat, noticing that the other was calming feeling the water flushing some of the sizzling sensation away.

The cries coming from the bedroom, followed by Jimin's shushes caught Namjoon's attention. He was about to walk over to the door since he was already roaming around without a sense of settling down. But the front door opened, and it revealed a crying mess, called Kim Seokjin. He rushed into Namjoon's arms without a word, the other hugging him tightly and helping him take off his coat.

"Namjoon, what have I done? Is Jungkook alright? I want to see him-"

"Jimin is taking care of him. Let's get you to your bedroom. He will be alright."

Jin knew that he was guilty enough and even thought the maknae didn't even want to see him. Also, he was sure that his own arms wouldn't even be able to wrap around him because of the guilt. He listened to Namjoon's words, walking with him slowly, trying his best not to burst into tears once again.

Namjoon rubbed his back and spoke. "He doesn't hate you, hyung-ah. By the amount of wine you have poured into him, I doubt he will even remember what happened."

The thought made Jin both relieved and concerned. As they all went to their bedrooms, the silence took over the dorms once again, only broken from time to time by the lullabies and shushes Jimin was whispering into Jungkook's ears in order to help the other sleep each time his coughing fits were waking him up.

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