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99liners · 2 years

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In liberosis can u share the men pov too when they were drinking and smoking at yoongi*s

characters: kim seokjin and inaya (aphotic), min yoongi and shiza (liberosis), jung hoseok (psychomachy), park jimin and rei (nodus tollens), kim taehyung and tanaz (enouement), jeon jeongguk and azumi (kaiho).

words: 2.068

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking.

original one-shot: liberosis

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series

the smoke from the finest cuban cigars is blinding but not for this particular group of men in their early thirties, enjoying the finer things in life; aptly aged scotch and cuban cigars. it's like there is something different in the air and they cannot think back to a time when they all were together — having fun. well, it is a weird group composition to begin with — other than their ages, not one set of the men had a single thing in common.

we have a detective of the violent crimes squad; the civil servant, detective jeon jeongguk and opposite to him is sat the oldest of the group; a typical capitalist businessman, kim seokjin, who has never given a flying fuck about staying in tune with the laws of the land he gladly corrupts for his benefit. beside him is sat the host of the party; who is bound by his profession to give lots of flying fucks about the laws of the land, but he gladly tweaks the loophole of the statutes — advocate min yoongi, the defense lawyer. the trio of the older men is completed with the rich chaebol hotelier on the other side of seokjin; dressed in the finest of silks that your eyes will ever lay on, jung hoseok who has a penchant for complaining about anything that seems out of place, but he has not pointed one finger tonight — guess shiza has done a great job and yoongi cannot help but feel proud of his feisty little wife. by hoseok’s side, dr kim taehyung, the top surgeon of the country, is sprawled in a half-lying position, reaching over for the canister of scotch to refill his glass. the man on the other side helped taehyung reach the canister to which, taehyung gave a nod as a thank you, he would smile too but he is not comfortable smiling at strangers and park jimin is the newest addition to the group. taehyung does not even know who this jimin guy is and frankly he is not bothered much about it — he misses his braniac hyung, professor kim namjoon who could not make the party due to work reasons.

jeongguk and jimin are sat on one side of the expensive kashmiri pashmina rug while the other four men were sat opposite to them maybe three-four feet away. taehyung belonged to the trio of the younger men but he would rather drink boiling hot lava than be seen anywhere near jeon jeongguk.

“so, jimin. what do you do for a living again?” seokjin voiced when he noticed that the men had started to let loose after a drink or two. he took the position of the leader of the group quite naturally, guess it comes with the age and experience.

“uh, i choreograph kpop idols.”

“fuck. have you ever worked with IU?” jeonggguk’s doe eyes turned to jimin in a second.

yoongi couldn’t help but let a snicker at the youngest’s excitement, “such a kid.”

“unfortunately, no. but i work with all the top artists of sme, yge, hybe, starship and all.”

“well, this man here owns half of KBS,” hoseok’s index finger wrapped around the glass of scotch came off and pointed at seokjin.

seokjin let a humble laugh, “half? oh please,” he turned to jimin, the serious facade returning to his features, “i own merely 49% of the stakes.”

jimin hates to admit it but his jaw physically fell open in front of such sophisticated, well put men as the word ‘merely’ floated around his brain like a windows XP screensaver.

“such a show-off,” jeongguk scoffed, taking a puff of the cigar to which the oldest just chuckled.

jimin turned to jeongguk, “detective jeon, if i owned 49% stakes in KBS, i would probably get that tattooed on my dumb forehead.”

jeongguk laughed, coughing the smoke out at the broken humour, “call me jeongguk, please.”

“how did you land that cutie?” taehyung gestured with his eyes at the bespectacled girl sitting among the wives in the sober baby-blue playsuit, park rei.

jimin felt a slight tinge of jealousy, just a slight tinge and it was not the bad kind — not the kind which would make him want to take it up with the surgeon for calling his wife cute — but more like the good kind where he is proud to show you off without feeling threatened constantly. being among happily married men makes jimin feel so secure — a company of men he would look to be included in.

“ah, she was a tough one to come around but looks like i have finally tired her down.”

hoseok raised his glass, “i know right! that tiring down shit works wonder.”

jimin laughed, clinking the advanced glass with his before both taking a sip. tiring women down is what civilised, cultured men of this modern society do, right? the nerve of these men.

“can’t relate,” jeongguk boasted with a smirk, his biceps flexed through the thin material of the untucked shirt as he reached for the canister of scotch.

taehyung snorted hard at that, bringing jeongguk’s unwanted gaze at him, “what?”

“are you jealous of me?” jeongguk was quick to retort.

taehyung could taste the bile at the distasteful question, “you have got to be kidding me!”

yoongi glared at jeongguk while hoseok put a sober hand on taehyung’s shoulder to lower down the steeply rising testosterone level of the room.

seokjin, taking on his pacifier role, spoke up, “tch, tch, boys. don’t ruin the fun. we are having a good time, right?”

the men nodded slowly, one by one after the thick air around them settled down.

the newbie, jimin, did not miss the piercing glares the younger duo gave each other. it was clear that it took both of them a lot of self-control to step down from an ugly fight. he watched jeongguk pouring himself another glass and downing it before turning to him, back to his jovial mood. remind jimin to never get on the bad side of any of these men; they all hold such a domineering aura, ready to put anyone in their places like they own everything. they all are from different walks of lives, working in different professions yet they all have that exact same trait of toxic masculinity engrained into them, including jimin.

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the men were engaged in quite the conversation when azumi walked up to jeongguk, placing her hand on his shoulder to nudge him out of the conversation, “we should get going. you’ve duty in the morning.”

jeongguk frowned, sighing the smoke out through his nose before handing the half-smoked cigar to hoseok, “yes baby,” he turned to the men, “unlike you rich pricks, i have work in the morning.”

“mm, officer. thank you for your service,” seokjin hooted, gaining a laugh from the rest of them.

jeongguk chuckled, wearing his jacket, the right sleeve of which he kept getting wrong till azumi held it up for him to slide his right arm in. her husband placed the arm over her as she walked him out after bidding farewell to the wives.

jeongguk almost sprained his ankle while getting off the stairs at the porch of the min mansion but azumi managed to keep his balance.

“how much did you drink?”

“i can still drive.”

“over my dead body? right,” azumi shook her head before unlocking the passenger door and pushing her husband inside who would not simply go down without a fight.

slamming the door shut, azumi got in the driver’s seat. she leaned to the other side and pulled on the seatbelt to wrap it around her intoxicated husband.

jeongguk smelled her hair, getting comfortable in the seat.

“you drank too much,”

“you wanna bet?” he sprang to life, his figure advancing towards her.

“with a sore loser? no, thank you,” azumi rolled her eyes in faux annoyance before driving home.

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taehyung and tanaz were next to leave as taehyung received an emergency surgery being scheduled early morning tomorrow.

tanaz smiled at shiza, “thanks again for having us.”

“you have made it into a beautiful home, mrs min,” taehyung smiled too, before opening the door for his wife.

“you sure you can drive?” tanaz asked checking the time on her watch.

“i am never out of control. we have been together a while now and you know it,” taehyung mentioned, opening the passenger door for his wife.

“you never tire of the gentleman facade, do you?”

“why would i tire? i am a gentleman,” taehyung shrugged, before revving up the engine.

tanaz chose not to drag it further and changed the topic, “you fought with that asshole jeon, right?”

“how did you know?” taehyung’s eyes were trained at the road.

“the permanent scowl plastered on your face isn’t hiding anything.”

“you know i don’t like that ass.”

“you and me both bro, amen.”

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rei kept staring at jimin, who drove carefully, he was not drunk out of his senses but enough to make him tipsy.

jimin caught her constant stare, “what?”

“you smoked. i have never seen you smoke.”

“i don’t. that was just a cigar,” he shrugged.

“fine. but i absolutely hate the smell of cigarettes. i hold my breath everytime i enter min sir’s chamber. anyways, did you have a good time?”

jimin nodded, changing gears after the signal turned green.

“see! and you thought you would be bored alone. they are all nice people.”

“well, i was able to make friends, luckily that’s all. oh, by the way, i will be going out with jeongguk tomorrow for some drinks.”

“really? of all the people, you chose to be friends with that guy? i don’t like his vibe, i don’t know. there was also a weird tension between the ladies regarding jeongguk and taehyung,” rei shrugged, “it was all peculiar.”

“doll, you are overthinking. i will also be meeting with seokjin hyung about some work.”

rei let a soft sigh in reply before turning her gaze out the window, watching the tall buildings fly by in a blurry haze.

“look, jeongguk seemed chill, the others were a bit snobbish.”

“well, they all earn more on a daily basis than our combined income monthly so maybe being snobbish comes naturally to them,” rei shrugged.

“do you want to live that life?”

“i wouldn’t last a day. i just wanna live a calm life with you and chill.”

“mm, my doll is so perfect,” jimin placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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hoseok’s driver escorted the reputable man back to the comfort of his house and wife before seokjin and inaya left.

usually seokjin hates driving but it is such a beautiful night to not enjoy the starry sky. a full moon shining so brightly on the road ahead that the streetlights were put to shame. seokjin pushed a button of the convertible which slid the hood down for the couple to feel the fresh air on their faces. inaya was caught off-guard and the scarf holding her hair in place flew away. a breathless soft squeal left her lips as she held her flowy top part of the dress down in place.

seokjin grinned, he slowed down as he did not want the moment to ever end. his right hand left the steering wheel to take inaya’s hand in his before he brought it to his lips to leave a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

inaya blushed and turned her face the other way to look at the scenery passing by.

seokjin’s fingers played with inaya’s wedding ring, still holding on to her hand, “you didn’t drink, right?”

“no.” inaya sighed. yes, here we go. the moment is ruined.

“jagi, you know i am only looking out for you. i want what’s best for you, for us.”

“yes, yes,” inaya took her hand away, leaning on the passenger door, resting her chin on the windowsill.

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