inseong definitely isn’t offended. no. no, he isn’t. sure, that simple - oh - might have sent flames to burn his insides and that hesitant - maybe - seems to stab right through his cranium, but he isn’t offended. he isn’t hurt. he has no right to be. it’s his own fault that baekhyun seems so awkward around him, and he should just consider himself lucky that baekhyun even agreed to hang out with him in the first place after what he had done a few years back.
at the loss of contact, inseong’s stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. his gaze lowers on the floor as he follows baekhyun into the dimly lit bar. it’s a new place, a new surrounding. inseong rarely goes out drinking if not for anyone forcefully dragging him. he knows he’s a bad drunk, and that’s why he’s decided to limit himself to one drink. two at most.
they find a seat at the corner, among the patrons, some already on the edge of intoxication so early in the night. he sits across from the other male, finally looks at him expectantly. he doesn’t know what to order. he could take a shot of tequila right then and there just to ease the tension - but that would mean he wouldn’t be drinking for the rest of the night. that would be awkward, leaving baekhyun drink by himself as he sits idly by.
“i’m… new here,” he admits. repeats, actually. “i’ll just take what you’re having.”
he doesn’t dare looking at the other until they’re seated in their seats across each other, his coat hanging on the backrest of his chair. baekhyun’s eyes stay lowered for a while in a clearly awkward manner and he wonders what to say or what to do – and he really wishes he could just stop being like this, the entire thing doesn’t even have to be this awkward.
okay, inseong broke his heart a little back then and he was pretty much a complete asshole with that attitude of his, flipping back and forth between there’s something and there’s nothing, but this is still just sitting together and catching up, no need to act like it’s another commitment for anything.
he could just leave if he wants to.
a sigh almost slips past his lips; ah, the stuffed and dimmed atmosphere isn’t helping as much as baekhyun was hoping for.
baekhyun’s gaze flickers up when the other speaks up, but this time he actually smiles a little, nostalgia flooding. “are you sure?” he asks, something teasing audible in his voice, “you probably couldn’t handle half a glass of what i usually drink.” baekhyun drinks a lot, maybe, a little too much and although tipsiness comes fast he’s more resilient when it comes to alcohol. but he still gets up from his chair, “just a sec,” before walking over to the bar, ordering two bottles of beer just to be on the safe side. he also orders something for them to eat, a small portion of something greasy to go with their beverage.
returning with the bottles, baekhyun slides one in front of the other, immediately taking a sip of his own before he’s even back in his seat. “we’re gonna get some fries too.” he sets his bottle onto the table. “i thought we could… just share them? unless you want your own—”
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