“Woah, that was full!”

SeokJin give a small pat on his tummy while walking out from the restaurant.

“Thanks for the treat!”

“No prob! I needa thank you for bringing the wallet to me too.”

Yoongi smiled. He insisted on making the payment. It would be a plus point for himself too.

Yoongi suggested going for a drink and everything was going well for his plan.

Conspiracy on going.

----

“Ugh, I don’t think I can hold it anymore…”

Seokjin was holding on to the light pole as he crouched down.

He had the urge to puke.

Okay, that was probably only thing that did not go along to Yoongi’s plan. He did not plan to get SeokJin drunk.

What he had planned was to create a relaxed ambience and using that opportunity to confess.

But hell to the universe, little did he know that they would bumped into SeokJin’s seniors from his major and kept

drinking throughout the night.

“Thanks a lot.”

Yoongi muttered to himself as he sipped on the gin and eyed at the seniors.

“Oh my..ugh… I want to puke.”

Seokjin kept telling him that.

Yoongi sighed as he smoothed the back of Seokjin, hoping that it will prevent Seokjin from puking.

“Are you alright?”

SeokJin looked up and glared at him.

“Do I look fine to you? Ugh….”

And the very next moment, SeokJin vomited.

--

“Finally.”

Yoongi huffed.

Yes, finaly. He mnaged to drag Seok Jin back home. He thanked his brain for choosing the bar near their dorm,

which made it hella easier for him to bring SeokJin back.

“Hey, what happened?”

Namjoon peeked into the room and winced.

“Oh my gawd, what’s with the smell?!”

Yoongi eyed at namjoon and gestured him to come in.

Namjoon kept shaking his head, but in vain.

Because Yoongi had already dragged him in.

--

“Help me with the clothes.”

Yoongi handed the scarf and coat to Namjoon.

“Ew. Can I don’t do it?”

Namjoon pinched his nose and examine the coat and scarf. He found some unidentified fluid staints on them.

“Just do it before I kick your .”

Yoongi replied as he pulled the shirt off from Seokjin. He tossed the shirt to Namjoon again.

“This one too.”

Namjoon carried those items into the washroom, despite groaning in agony.

Yoongi grabbed a wet towel and started wiping Seokjin’s face.

From the forehead, slowly to the nose bridge, then to the cheeks.

Seokjin flinched at the touched of the cold towel and groaned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Bear with it.”

Yoongi cooed.

Well, he did not only tell Seokjin , but also telling himself.

“Bear with it.”

How to bear with it when the art of god is lying defenseless in front of you?