I went down the hall and hit a quick left and hear loud music playing.

I saw my dad and Mr. Park laughing it up and drinking. "And then I said who's Chica I only know nugget". My dad says and they both fell on the floor in tears. 'Really? This is what we doing now?'. I rubbed my eyes in shame. "Hello". I said and they looked at me. "Yoongi!". My dad tries to walk to me but falls. "Who put this whale in the way?". My dad hiccups and I groaned.

"You tripped over nothing dad". I helped him up. "Thanks my boy". My dad smiles. "Hot". I threw him on the couch. "How are you Yoongi?". Mr. Park asked. "Do you know that Jimin is crying for you cause he doesn't know where you are?". I hissed and they went quiet. "I...". "You could at least send him a text telling him where you were so he wouldn't have to worry about you". I cut off.

"Sorry Yoongi, I called him over for a drink and *hiccup* it turned into a twenty eight bottles". My dad said. "That was twenty eight opportunities to call Jimin". I glared at my dad. "Yoongi...". "Don't bother, I'll call Jimin myself". I scoffed and walked out.

I went to my room to call Jimin. "He-hello?". Jimin sniffs and I wanted to kill my dad. "Jimin? Don't cry, it hurts me". I said. "I-I'm sorry". I want to hug him. "Umm.. Look your dad is with my dad drinking their asses off". I told him and Jimin started balling. "No! Don't cry!". I panicked. "Thank you Yoongi, I know he's ok". Jimin says and I stopped breathing.

"You-you're welcome". I stuttered. "I-I'll ca-call...". I hung up embarrassed. "Way to go Yoongi". I sighed.