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“God can you shut up! You and your patronizing height can stay right the fuck there-- I got it.” There’s an empty warning to voice as he stretched towards the desired bottle, so close but unable to quite wrap chubby fingers around the neck, annoyed. He was going to get the damn thing, Hakyeon and his tall ass be damned. “Almost--” The poor excuse of a chair under him was anything but stable, knowing this Denìtr took the gamble anyway and jumped on tiptoes to finally manage to reach the bottle, only to go toppling down when resuming balance sent him sideways with a noise of surprise caught in throat, taking the frantic idiot down with him.
Hakyeon should thank him for quick reflexes and risking wasting the precious liquid for the other’s sake as he let go and braced for the fall. It took him a few seconds to refocus and send a glare down at the male, accusing in quality, but that was quickly wiped off as gaze landed on the bottle laying two arm’s reach away still thankfully intact and upon hearing words of indirect appraisal sounding under him. Fucking perv. Denìtr allowed a sly smile in response, moving from the accidental straddling to bending down a breath’s width from the male as he shifted forward still, gaze heady on the veela and hand mindless in wandering up his chest. “I don’t see why you would..” Lowered tone had held an element of suggestion, fanning the flames Hakyeon seemed to like lighting under himself, but then he reached for the precious bottle of alcohol and straightened up with a cheery, almost proud smirk while dangling it for show, “Our night isn’t ruined!”








