Twenty three different attributes (Danny&The J)
His gaze was focused on the smoke leaving his lips when Jongjin’s face appeared between his thoughts. It was already the first day of March, and though the memories Daniel had of this same day in the last year were quite peculiar, he couldn’t forget what it meant. It was Won Jongjin’s birthday, and despite the fact that for the korean style he was the worst hyung already seen, Danny just couldn’t waste such a good excuse for kidnapping Jin and take him to wherever he wanted. After all, it was always like this that their birthdays started when they were able to be with each other on those dates; ending such a lovely tradition was definitely out of question. But then, where he could take Jongjin, - supposing, of course, that he was actually free? At London Danny knew what to do, but at Korea things were still quite difficult.
But as the brunet took another drag from his cigarette, he was already standing by his bed’s side, putting his flip flops on. Not planning was the best choice when uncertain about what to do, and holding tight at this piece of wisdom, Daniel picked his car’s keys and the first jacket he found at his messy room to walk from his apartment ignoring his nude upper body and the bloody cold weather as he took the stairs to leave the building. Jongjin’s gift was already at his car’s trunk, and it would take less than 10 minutes with the heater on to get there, so why bother? He just had to take his way to the younger’s dorm and find out what to do next after seeing him.
And so he did. By the time he parked at the Nakseon Hall, Daniel was already freezing and cursing at his own laziness. Walking from his own comfort by wearing just the black skinny trousers was definitely a bad idea, but it was also too late to regret as he put the jacket on to get out the car and pick the younger’s gift at the trunk. Soon the smile took place at his countenance at the view of the Kah’s handpainted Day of the Dead skull bottle, and before he could properly think about the matter, Daniel was already taking the black ribbon he tied on the top of the Tequila bottle to settle it around his neck. This year he would surprise Jongjin in a brand new way, indeed.
Still smiling, the british threw the rest of his addiction way to light up another one and finally ran all the way to the building with the funny sound of his flip flops against the pavement. When he got to the brunet’s door, the smile was already gone as his countenance came to its normal cold form, but the excitement was still there. The words of the Tequila’s seller were in an eternal loop inside his head. Kah’s sweet caramel flavor would certainly make Jongjin curse at Daniel, but it still was distilled at a whopping of 110 proof, the maximum allowed by U.S law, and a good drinker as Jongjin would never turn it down.
The british picked the extra key under the rug in front of Jongjin’s door and opened it while resting the cigarette between his lips and the birthday gift at one hand. - Jongjin-ah, hyung came to see you! - was the first thing he managed to say as he closed the door right before unzipping the uncomfortable tight jacket with his free hand. Being honest, he just wanted to take that thing off and stop it from pricking his skin, but it was still too cold to do it, so having it open to properly allow his movements was all that he could afford for now.
By that time, his flip flops were already somewhere else in the dorm as the british crossed the place in bare feet to find Won Jongjin studying at his bedroom. And that was a way too much for him to handle. At his own birthday that brat decided to open a book? - You gotta be kidding me… - the elder said as his countenance was already filled with a genuine horror caused by the scene right in front of his eyes.
There’s been a while since he’d hung up the phone call, but there was still an echo ghosting over his ears reverberating that disgusting voice all over his body, his eyes were blank facing the phone screen, which was still glowing. His eyes rolled up slowly meeting the calendar, a red circle indicated today was March 1st, what meant it was Jongjin’s birthday. The brunette sighed deeply before getting up from the couch to find his cigarette pack, he wanted to erase the past hour from his memory, he just couldn’t understand why his mother couldn’t leave him alone, their hatred was mutual, therefore she needn’t bother calling him today.
As the smoke went up the room, Jongjin started considering his options, it was a Thursday afternoon so for the next 6 hours there wouldn’t be any parties that would actually worth his presence; his apartment was organized and cleaned and he was alone so no one to enjoy his clean sheets. His gaze fell on his shelf, well he could open a book and start studying until his eyes become so heavy he would force himself to sleep and then boom he’d wake up on March 2nd and it all would be over.
“Fair enough” – J shrugged and lit up another cigarette, going towards his books, choosing the most boring subject he could find, throwing his body on his bed, reaching for his ipod to choose a calmer song while he prepared himself to study. Little by little, the birthday boy forgot about his surroundings getting concentrated for real on those pages and its content, not even the task of lighting up another cigarette distracted him from what the student was reading. The former model was so focused that he didn’t hear the sound of his door being opened,he could swear he heard a “hyung” though.
-Last time I checked I was just getting older, not becoming a clown or something to be joking. – Jongjin coldly teased, he was so used to have Danny appearing in his apartment that he didn’t get surprised anymore; his tone might be bellow zero but there was a smirk on his lips betraying all his act. –If you don’t have anything that will get us high or drunk you can leave my apartment now because you’re interrupting my study. – J closed the book and grinned, he knew the british would never let him down.
- By the way… I am feeling like your wife ew, the heater is turned on because somehow I felt that if you appeared here, you’d be almost naked and wearing that tacky as fuck flip flops… And I was so right… Damn, I think I am going to throw up… -he faked a vomiting scene, before laughing a little, already in a way better mood.
