2seok, a kiss on a place of insecurity
Looks like somebody gave Hoseok one (1) shot of something while Jin was in the bathroom, because when he gets back, Hoseok is dancing on the bar.
Luckily, this is the sort of establishment where people do that, and folks are happy enough to sit back with their drinks and cheer as he thrusts his hips into his hand. Each snap is a neat, sharp pop even though the rest of his movements are loopy—no amount of alcohol can make Hoseok forget how to work his hips.
That might be an interesting thing to think about, so it's lucky, too, that Jin has never had a thought in his life and doesn't intend to start now.
"Hey!" He waves until Hoseok sees him. "Why don't you get down?"
"Hyung!" Hoseok does not move to get down, but he nearly falls off anyway trying to get Jin to come up and join him. The bartender's patience dips visibly.
And so, with the heavy ease of inevitability, Jin climbs onto the bar.
"Hyung!" Hoseok shouts again, as if he forgot Jin was here in the intervening thirty seconds. "Everyone, it's Jin-hyung," he calls over the crowd, even though they're going about their own nights and not listening.
Jin makes a gallant bow, and signals to the bartender that he'll take care of this.
Hoseok shimmies over hips-first, smooth as liquid, and then changes entirely to flop into Jin's arms. Jin reels to hold him steady—there's not a lot of bartop to balance on, and he's surprised. He hugs Hoseok a lot, but Hoseok doesn't usually hug him.
Hoseok blinks blearily up and smiles like sunshine.
"You're going to be so embarrassed tomorrow," Jin says.
"Nuh-uh," is Hoseok's eloquent rebuttal, and then he's leaning up and sweetly kissing Jin’s lips. Jin jolts so hard he almost knocks them both off the bar, and the bartender starts banging for them to get down, but Jin can't hear it over the cheering.