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yeorim never considered the institution to be constricting, but there are times when it hinders his actions – namely when he wants to spend the night out but can’t because there’s some (ridiculous) curfew to abide to. he does it because he doesn’t want to suffer the consequences (whatever those may be), but going out to drink and having to leave when things are starting is a tad bit frustrating. last time they went out, they nearly missed it and in between laughs and giggles, they managed to stumble in. since then, they managed to come to an agreement which involves going out, have fun, drink, return to the institute and then keep drinking, except in kai’s room.
they’re still out, by the door of some pub they usually hang out at. Yeorim wants to go bar hopping but they don’t have many options, especially when it’s already half past midnight. “I’m starving, I need to be fed, why haven’t we eaten yet? let’s go for early breakfast.” he suggests “buy me a cheeseburger. and fries. and a frappuccino.”
Kai exits the pub, bottle of scotch poking out from the edge of his jacket as he steps up to Yeorim and slings an arm around his shoulders, pulling the other closer and starting down the street lamp lighten walkway. “I’ll feed you, but afterward, we’re heading back to mine. I bought us a bottle to share,” he quips, flashing the lid of said bottle from beneath his jacket, just in case Yeorim hadn’t seen it the first time around. He always found a way to get them more alcohol once an evening had died down and tonight is no different. Probably why Yeorim sticks around as much as he does, well, that and the copious amounts of amazing sex the pair share.
“I kinda fancy a cheeseburger myself. Maybe some ice cream for after, because I could really go a massive tub of vanilla right about now. You like ice cream?” he asks, looking over to search his friends face while they make their way from the revelry at their back, and towards the quieter part of town where all the eateries are.






