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-Drunk Ramblings, Sober Thoughts-

- thanks to anon for requesting this! sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy! x

- word count : slightly less than 1k

- warnings : 18+ topics (DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18!), boys have been drinking, lots of dialogue, this sucks ass, poor y/n

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The gentle click of the front door closing is enough for the boys to descend into madness.

Y/N, their girlfriend, had left to go to some kind of girl's night with a few friends, leaving the boys pouty and half-cut in the lounge.

They had started drinking a few hours previously, just as a way to celebrate the week finally being over; but had somehow found themselves in the boundary between overly tipsy and not-yet blackout drunk.

Namjoon was on his fourth beer after two glasses of whiskey, his eyes half-open with a grin carved into his cheeks. His sweater had been discarded long ago, now simply sitting in just a vest and baggy sweatpants on the loveseat. One thigh touches the arm of the loveseat, the other rubbing against Jimin's.

Jimin giggles into his cocktail, his body waving from side-to-side. He was barely on his third cocktail, yet he was drunk as a fiddle. The poor boy had always been cursed as a lightweight, yet it never stopped him from indulging every so often.

The l-shaped couch across from the two could easily seat all seven of them plus many more; yet only the eldest and youngest sit upon it.

Well, Seokjin is sat. Jungkook is strewn across the thing in dramatic fashion, one leg hiked above the back of the couch while the other lays diagonal across the cushions. His eyes are closed, humming a mix-match of popular tunes in seemingly no order.

Seokjin sits just beside him, wine glass in hand like some sort of rich housewife. Out of all of them, he's the one that's the least drunk, but he's still not sober. He's on his third bottle of red wine, pleasantly happy and his body filled with a buzzing feeling.

Yoongi sits dazed on the armchair, gazing at the TV remote and running his fingers over every button. The stupidly expensive TV isn't even on, the remote just something to keep his hands busy. He'd been knocking back whiskeys and beers since the late afternoon, meaning he was just about on par with Jimin in terms of how drunk he was.

Taehyung and Hoseok walk back into the lounge, arms full with trays of snacks and more beverages. They're the least drunk of the seven of them, but it's still surprising that they can walk straight and manage not to spill anything.

"I miss Y/N." Jimin hiccups out, finally setting down his empty glass with a heavy pout and shining eyes.

"Me too." Hoseok attempts to comfort him with a smack on the shoulder, but it nearly knocks poor Jimin onto the floor.

"Did you see what she was wearing?" Jungkook joins in, practically salivating. The rest of the boys nod in sync, eyes wide with pupils blown out as they shift their thoughts to their partner's outfit when they had left only hours prior.

"Their ass?" Yoongi's eyes go impossible wider, mouthing a 'pow!' as he mimics an explosion with his hands.

"We should encourage her to wear the maid outfit again."

"We should bribe them." Taehyung suggests, the rest of the men nodding in-sync.

"But with what? She doesn't need money. " Jungkook blinks innocently - his brain too drunk to comprehend what the man could possibly be suggesting.

"Orgasms." Namjoon bites his bottom lip as he answers, tilting his head back slightly as impure scenes begin to fly through his mind.

"Do you think she's having fun?" Jimin smiles, unknowingly switching the topic. He takes a sip of the fruity drink in his hand, dreamily sighing as his eyes drift to the hallway, attempting a glance at the locked front door.

"Not as much fun she would have if she was here," Hoseok answers, "When do you think she'll be back? She's been gone for hours!"

All seven of the men glance at the clock ticking away and displaying 23:13, not even two hours since she left. A cacophony of sighs fill the room, the loudest coming from the younger ones, who have began to grow tired. For a while, the only sounds in the room are the ticking clock and the clinking of glasses, the men too exhausted or inebriated to speak.

"What's your favourite position?" Hoseok giggles with every word, the beer bottle on the floor beside him completely empty.

"Missionary or doggy." Seokjin speaks up for what has to be the first time that evening, three empty wine bottles strewn at his feet.

"Hyung, you're boring." Taehyung spits.

"They're affectionate and loving! I love how classic they is. She's our future wife, not our personal whore like some of you make out- I'm talking to you specifically Min Yoongi!"

"I like cowgirl or sixty-nine. It makes me rock hard when I think about seeing her on top of me, using me for her own pleasure." Jimin jumps in, attempting to stop an argument and revert back to the focus of the night: their hot girlfriend.

"The one where you press 'em against the wall and have their legs around your waist and do it standing. I just love seeing how affected she gets when I just lift her up and go crazy," Namjoon goes next, "Her size and strength kink is nuts."

"Cowgirl or spooning I think. Or doggy when she's pegging me." Jungkook follows, grinning widely when he receives a high-five from Jimin in reply.

"Cowgirl is good, especially when you've got her tied up and you're the one in charge. Prefer sixty-nine though."

"That's because you have an oral fixation, Yoongi hyung." Jungkook sarcastically replies.

"Never heard you complain before, brat."

"Sitting lotus." Taehyung speaks no further, downing the last of his drink.

"Butterfly, because she's my pretty butterfly." Hoseok finally ends.

The men's minds are no longer fixated on their girlfriend's absence, but rather on the things they can get up to after she gets back and they sleep off the hangover.

She's in for a long week.