The next day found a bottle of single malt scotch resting against Yoongi's pillow. Whoever was doing this for him obviously knew his taste in liquor. There was even a cute red bow wrapped around the neck of the bottle. 

Considering the shit days he had been having, he opened it right then and there and proceeded to get drunk off his ass.

He slurred a broken "come in" when someone knocked on his door, and he gave what he thought was a charming grin when Jimin poked his head into the room.

"Jiminie, 'mere Jiminie. My jiminie."

Jimin gave his hyung a weird look, his eyes flying around the room before they noticed the empty scotch bottle on his nightstand.

"Oh hyung, you didn't."

"mm fee gud Jiminie. you should try it." Yoongi was laying back in his bed, head lolling to the side in a drunken stupor.

"Hyung, why do you do this to yourself?" Jimin sighed and sat next to Yoongi on the bed, unlacing his shoes and taking them off. "You didn't even get comfy before you got drunk. Oh! The socks I- I mean, you're socks are cute hyung. Where did you get them?"

"No one likes me, Jiminie. 'm sht. cant write fer shit. Dunno who got socks."

"Well, if someone got you those socks, then at least one person likes you, hyung." Jimin stands up, pulling the covers over Yoongi and tucking him in. "Get some sleep, hyung, you're going to feel like shit in the morning."

He stands up, grabbing the empty bottle before leaving the room. Poor hyung. Does he really think no one likes him? And what does he mean he can't write for shit. Like 80% of our songs come from him and Namjoon. It looks like the scotch was a bad idea.

Throwing away the bottle, Jimin made his way to the sofa, pulling his phone out and spending quite a bit of time thinking about what he was going to write.