"I'll try my best. Trust me, Jimin, if I had the choice I'd be taking you home with me right the fuck now." With that Yoongi got up, picking up the cocktail for one last sip. Hey, he had almost finished it. He reached for the brown bag, holding it up as he looked at Jimin. "I'm going to finish this in the car."

He paused before turning around, just looking at Jimin and hoping he could relay at least a fraction of what he was feeling with his gaze. "You look beautiful, Jimin. You are beautiful." Inside and out.