every moment of doing shots in any corner of the party and there was jinhee, drinking as much as he could and doing justice to a fame that didn’t haunt him ------ alcohol wasn’t his best friend, damaged people do not drink to feel as a whole, he himself wasn’t trying to f o r g e t anything that consumed him from the inside, and all that jazz. pure alcohol was another story to jinhee, he would only take it after his mind was already beyond a tipsy path that he couldn’t even choose what would occupy his cup. as he himself was named, soju was a d e m o n, but he had made it as his companion for the night. ‘ ya, jaejin, we need to talk !! ’ he didn’t mind the lack of manners that was addressed to the older ----- as if jinhee had at some point treated jaejin as his hyung anyway. his throat itching because of the burning that went through that night and it was the first time he had nothing in his hands if not his own d i g n i t y. ‘ you can--- oh, shit. why do you have to be so cute like that, dammit. ’ the eyes pressed closed, admitting a defeat that if sober the younger would never accept. ‘ sit down, i have some things to talk about and this is going to be happening right now. ’
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