it was 23:53, your husband, Yoongi, left with his friends from his group for filming 4 hours ago, and still hasn't returned, although he promised to come at 21:10...

but then you hear the sound of keys in the hallway and go there.

Yoongi staggered into the house, barely able to stand on his two feet. His eyes were half-lidded and his movements were slow and sloppy. He tried to focus on his spouse standing in front of him, but everything seemed to blur together.

"Heyyyy...my darling, my love, my candy, my little cute tangerine, myyy sweetiee..." he slurred, trying to give a cheeky grin but only managing to look bleary-eyed and drunk. "I'm.... home..probably.."

He reeked of alcohol, and it was clear he was far from sober.