"So, I saw you had a little too much fun for you birthday." Hana snorted. "I almost wish I could have been apart of that." 

Jimin buried his face in one of the pillows on Hana's bed. "A few days down the line and I still feel the burn of that Vodka." 

"You know you're not exactly the drinking type." Hana reminded, folding clothes that were fresh out the dryer. 

"I know, but I just wanted to have a good time." Jimin admitted. "Even though I've always held some sort of resentment towards alcohol."

"Do you even remember anything from the other night?" 

"All I remember is ordering the drinks. Hobi told me the he and the guy that brought us the drinks took me home." 

"Yup. That was the infamous Yoongi, my cousin. I wanted to properly introduce the two of you, but it seems fate had a better plan." Hana shrugged.

"THAT was your coursin?!" Jimin sat up quickly. "He's so mean!"

"I told you, he's rough around the edges, but I promise you, he means well." Hana nodded. "Anyway, Yoongi told me that he and Seung got in a heated argument, and then you got sick and ended up in the bathroom. While you were in there Hanji tried calming Seung down, but it wasn't working, so they left, leaving you and Hoseok to fend for yourselves." 

"No way.." Jimin groaned. "I can't believe them."

"But, Yoongi came to the rescue." 

"When's the next time he'll be in town? I wanna thank him." Jimin asked his friend.

"He usually helps me out at the bar on the weekends, so I guess stop by this Saturday."  Hana told him. "By the way, how's bartending school going?" 

"It's not as hard as I thought it would be." Jimin yawned, and laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as if it were his own. "I've got a few days left, though." 

"Are you excited to be working at the bar soon?" 

"Kind of. You make it look so fun." 

"That's because it is fun. You'll see soon enough." 

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Those few days had passed and Jimin was now an official bartender. "Aren't you proud of me? I went out a found a job." Jimin paced throughout their room trying to find something to wear to work. 

"It's about time." Seung grumbled and rolled over on their bed, falling back asleep.

Jimin stopped, and watched Seung for a long while