Jungkook closes the door behind him the more silently possible, trying to walk on his tippy toes as he hopes to not fall while taking of his jacket and shoes, mouth shut tight. 

But Jungkook does fall. First because it’s freaking five am, second because he’s tired and third because, yeah, he’s still drunk. 

He laughs, because falling when you try to be silent is freaking hilarious, and a light turns immediately on in the living room. 

Jungkook silents himself automatically, fearing for his life as a past memory of his grandmother coming storming from the living room rushes back to his mind and he shrivels as he remembers being a teenager and all the stress that came with it. 

But it’s not a grandmother with hair as settled as a flower bouquet that comes to spit at him, but indeed his brother, taking him by the arm and throwing him into the living room. 

« Where the heck were you ? I was so worried! »

He flips out, whispering and screaming at the same time, trying to not wake up the rest of house but really, really waking up the rest of the house. 

« Calm down, I went to eat something because I was hungry. 

- At freaking… four am ?!

- Please don’t be this person Minho. I’m fine, everything’s fine and I’m an adult now. I can make my own decisions. »

Minho crosses his arm, a pout on his face, but even him has to admit, Jungkook is completely right. 

« Ok ok fine. But next time please